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

Jing Jiaren guessed that it was about Ximen Longting. Sure enough, the servant said that he drank too much and had stomach problems, but he refused to take medicine.

"If you are sick, you should see a doctor. What do you want me to do?"

"Master Will asked me to find you... The young master has a severe stomachache and vomited blood again."

Jing Jia's heart was suffocated, and she didn't want to care about his life, but when she realized it, she had already come downstairs.

Ximen Longting was sitting on the sofa, his shirt was unbuttoned, his chest was bared evilly, and there were lipstick marks on his neck and shirt collar.

The woman sat on his lap, spoonful feeding the sober soup brought by the servant.

Jing Jiaren glanced quickly, and frowned coldly: "Didn't it mean that he refused to take medicine?"

The servant looked at Wilson in surprise.

"The young master is willing to eat again just now, please trouble Miss Jing." Wilson apologized, but also didn't understand Ximen Longting.

In the past, he refused to eat, and Wilson couldn't think of a way, so he had to throw the hot potato to Jing Jiaren.

Who would have thought that Ximen Longting would not only take medicine but also drink soup when he ordered his servants to call Jing Jia down today.

Jing Jiaren frowned, he did it on purpose!

Turn around and go upstairs——

Ximen Longting lazily raised a hand.

Wilson shouted: "Miss Jing, please wait a moment. The young master told you to come over."

"..."

He suddenly brought a woman back, what kind of tricks he was playing, she really wanted to see.It's not her style to run away!

Jing Jiaren held back her breath, turned around and walked in front of Ximen Longting.

He drank the last sip of soup slowly, raised his eyes to stare at Jing Jiaren, and asked the woman in his arms, "Is she beautiful?"

The woman took a quick look at Jing Jiaren and said with a smile, "Beautiful."

"How beautiful?"

"She reminds me of a poem by Li Yannian."

Ximen Longting stroked the woman's hair: "Read it and listen."

"There are beauties in the north, who are peerless and independent. One looks at the city of Qingren, and then the country of Qingren. Do you know the city and the country? Beautiful women are rare."

The corners of Ximen Longting's cruel mouth lifted, and he stared at Jing Jiaren a little: "How much do you rate her?"

"100 points."

"Is she really so beautiful?" Ximen Longting's eyes were full of sarcasm and disdain.

The woman's smile was flattering: "Of course your woman is beautiful."

Ximen Longting whispered: "You are also my woman, how are you?"

The woman smiled and said nothing, wiping the soup from his mouth with a towel.

Ximen Longting grabbed her hand violently, and kissed the back of Bai Nennen's hand: "No matter how beautiful a woman is, if her heart is ugly, she will wear a gorgeous gown covered with lice."

Jing Jiaren stood silently, pursing her lips lightly.

Ximen Longting twisted the woman's chin, faced Jing Jiaren, and asked her the same question: "Is she beautiful?"

She is a very classic beauty, full of oriental gracefulness and beauty, and she is very beautiful.Unlike Jing Jiaren, who is sharply beautiful, she is a beautiful splash-ink painting.

Jing Jiaren turned around and wanted to leave.

Ximen Longting frowned coldly, and Wilson reached out to stop her.

"Miss Jing, please answer the young master's question first."

Jing Jiaren resisted the urge to get angry, and squeezed out between her teeth: "Beauty. Is it okay?"

"How many points?"

"..."

"I ask you, how much do you rate her!"

"89."

Ximen Longting laughed arrogantly: "Did you hear that, you gave her 100 points, and she gave you 89 points."