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

"Master." Wilson put down the milk cup, "You are back."

Jing Jiaren looked up, Ximen Longting was walking in from outside the hall, his brows were frowned.

She put down the star and went up to him, took the coat that was draped over his arm...

"You just came back from Donggong Ziche's place? What did you talk about? How did it go?" Jing Jiaren stared at Ximen Longting's expression, observing his every subtle expression.

Ximen Longting walked over to the sofa and sat down heavily.

Star was originally squatting on the tea table in front of Ximen Longting to draw, but when he saw Ximen Longting approaching, he immediately carried his crayon box to the opposite side, far away.

Jing Jiaren sat down beside Ximen Longting, and saw how tired he was with one hand on his forehead.

Jing Jiaren stretched out her hand to hold him down: "Tired? Still have a headache?"

Ximen Longting's eyes were serious, and he had never looked at Jing Jiaren since he came back.

"Mama!" Star called her softly, staring at Jing Jiaren with his big grape-like eyes, hoping that she would come and accompany him.

"Hey, baby." Jing Jiaren just responded, still sitting beside Ximen Longting, kneading and massaging him.

Ximen Longting didn't refuse Jing Jiaren's attention, but just kept silent.

Wilson immediately made tea and handed it over...

Ximen Longting didn't reach out to take it, as if he didn't see it, Jing Jiaren took it, and blew the mist on the tea: "Ximen Longting, what happened?"

"Mama!" Star held the colored pen and stared at Jing Jiaren sadly.

"Mom is here, baby..." Jing Jiaren responded, "Speak up, there is something wrong with you."

Ximen Longting blocked her hand: "Don't make noise."

Star moved the brush and manuscript paper, and moved them to the original position, so that he could be closer to Jing Jiaren.

"Mama, here, sit." Star patted the small stool beside him.

Jing Jiaren didn't get up, but Ximen Longting suddenly stood up and walked forward.

"Where are you going again!?" Jing Jiaren immediately stood up and grabbed his arm.

Ximen Longting said in a low voice, "I'll go back to my room and take a shower."

"You have injuries on your body, you can't take a bath and touch the water..."

When Ximen Longting was about to lift his leg again, he frowned when he saw a photo stepping on his feet. The person in the photo was very familiar.

Ximen Longting bent down and picked it up. It was his photo, but his face was painted in a mess.

Jing Jiaren was standing beside him, so she naturally saw——

"I gave this photo to Star. I want him to recognize that you are his father." Jing Jiaren was afraid that he might misunderstand, so she hurriedly explained.

If it was Ximen Longting in the past, he would have raised his lips coldly and satirized her: [Let him recognize his father, but he recognizes me as an enemy?Jing Jiaren, is this how you taught your son? 】

However, Ximen Longting didn't say anything, crumpled up the photo and threw it away, and strode forward.

Jing Jiaren chased after a few steps, and there was a little tail under her feet.

Star tugged at the corner of Jing Jiaren's skirt, and when he saw that she was leaving, he became anxious, and the little bun blushed slightly: "Mama, hug!"

Jing Jiaren sighed, Sun and Star didn't follow Ximen Longting's temper, but both brothers inherited the trait of being fond of her.

Jing Jiaren had no choice but to stop.