Refusing to marry a wealthy family: the young mistress fled 99 times

Ximen Longting's face changed slightly, and he strode into the living room, and sure enough, the woman who was sleeping on the bed disappeared.

Ximen Longting forcefully opened the door, and rushed out like a lion.

The nearby guards all said that they did not see Jing Jiaren passing by.

"Find it, find it for me—"

Jing Jiaren came out of the bathroom, and saw that the person by the window hadn't come back yet, and the door of the living room was still open.

Faintly hearing voices outside, she walked to the door and took a look.

Seeing her, the guard immediately said, "Master, isn't that Miss Jing, isn't she in the room?"

Ximen Longting turned his head sullenly, his red eyes met Jing Jiaren's.

Jing Jiaren's heart was hit hard, and her head shrank back.

Look at the time, it's not yet six o'clock, is it appropriate to propose to leave now?

Wait another hour, until the sky is completely bright...

Just as Jing Jiaren was about to go to bed, a pair of strong arms grabbed her and pressed her tightly into her arms.

He lost again, even though she was about to leave soon, he still couldn't hold back.

"Where have you been?" he asked in a low and fierce voice, and the smell of alcohol sprayed on top of her head.

"I just went to the bathroom. What's wrong?"

Ximen Longting didn't speak, but hugged him tightly.

He began to regret why he was angry and cold war last night, and why he ignored her. He thought he was torturing her, but in fact she slept soundly, and it was still himself who tormented her.

There seemed to be only a hole left in his heart.

He wanted to start to keep her and told her not to go.

However, his pride and self-esteem told him that even if he begged her eleven million times, she would not stay.

"Noodles." He said coldly, "Give me a bowl of noodles, and I'll let you go."

He didn't eat the noodles she ordered for him for the first time, which was his eternal regret.

Jing Jiaren moved and nodded in his arms: "Okay."

In the kitchen, the boiling water is boiling, and steam is coming out.

Wilson handed Jing Jiaren a glass bottle: "Miss Jing, the sleeping pills in it are enough to knock down an elephant. You can put about three spoonfuls, and the young master can sleep for a day and a night."

Jing Jiaren asked in surprise, "Put it in the noodles?"

"Yes," Wilson nodded, "it has no taste and will not affect the texture of the noodles."

"But what if he finds out?"

"This is the young master's order."

That's right, she chose to drink "blood" last night, and Ximen Longting took the rest of the sleeping pills.

Jing Jiaren took the bottle and held it in her palm.

Wilson gave her a deep look, took two steps back, then stopped and said, "Miss Jing, if you regret it now, it's still too late."

"what?"

"As long as you don't take sleeping pills, there is still time to change your choice."

After Wilson reminded, he left the huge kitchen to her alone.

Jing Jiaren laughed dumbfounded.

The multiple-choice questions from last night and today were all for Ximen Longting to set up for each other.Two equally proud people, neither of them would bow their heads to beg the other——

Twenty minutes later, Jing Jiaren came out with a tray of noodles.

Ximen Longting sat at the dining table and waited, flipping through the newspaper absently.

"I don't know if it's delicious or not," Jing Jiaren smiled, "However, I put all the ingredients I can put in, and it's very rich. It looks delicious."

Ximen Longting put down the newspaper and looked at the bowl of noodles with a complicated expression, as if it contained poison.