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

Ximen Longting returned to his usual appearance, and gave her a hard look: "I heard that right, are you apologizing to me?"

"Yes, I'm apologizing."

"Anyone in this world can do wrong, but you, Jing Jia, can't do anything wrong." Ximen Longting's mouth curled up with a trace of sarcasm, "You're right, why bother asking me for money."

"Ximen Longting... are you just mad at me and won't forgive me?"

"..."

"I really want the money." Jing Jiaren held his hand and pressed it to her face, and she rubbed her face, "Do you know how much you scared me just now? I care more about these trivial things You... I'm afraid you're in a little bit of danger."

"..."

"I'm really scared... Do you know how scared I am that you will go to see Donggong Ziche what he did to you, and then you won't be able to come back?" Jing Jiaren's nose was inexplicably sore, and her eyes were wet with tears.

Ximen Long's tingly red pupils became deep, staring deeply into her eyes.

Then, with her thumbs gently brushing her wet eyelashes...

"Stupid woman, I'm not back, why are you crying?"

"I didn't cry." Jing Jiaren's nose was even more sour, and she felt aggrieved.

"Your eyes are red and you haven't cried yet? You dare to cry without my permission." Ximen Longting said viciously, staring at him domineeringly, but there was the same tenderness as before that only Jing Jiaren could understand.

Instead, Jing Jiaren's tears were called out, and big ones slid down her face.

"Don't cry, you're still crying!" Ximen Longting's voice tightened, wiping her tears in haste.

Jing Jiaren's voice choked slightly: "Ximen Longting, let's not quarrel anymore."

"..."

"Can we forget about yesterday's unhappiness? Can you forget the harsh words I said?" Jing Jiaren didn't know why she was so scared. A woman's sixth intuition made her panic, and she was inexplicably scared. .

Ximen Longting paused slightly while wiping her hand: "Yes."

"Can you really forget? I know you hold a grudge!"

"Mama!" Star yelled loudly, "Don't cry! Hit him!"

The little fist stretched out and punched Ximen Longting on the shoulder.

The little guy didn't know what happened, all he knew was that Jing Jiaren was crying, she was crying...it was Ximen Longting who made her cry.

"Fight, fight." Star nervously defended Jing Jiaren, then suddenly grabbed Ximen Longting's arm, opened his small mouth and bit on it.

"Star, don't bite Dad!" Jing Jiaren held her son's chin, "It's not Dad who made me cry, let go."

Star took a bite with all his strength, and when he let go, Ximen Longting's arm was covered with saliva, and the marks of his two deciduous teeth were lightly imprinted.

Jing Jiaren thought that Ximen Longting would be furious, but he didn't react at all.

Jing Jiaren explained for her son: "He just defended me too much, it wasn't on purpose."

"I know."

"Star is still young and has never met you before, so he is very unfamiliar with you. He is still young now, and he will understand many things when he grows up."

"Are you afraid that I'll hit him? I'm not going to attack a child who smells like milk." Ximen Longting saw Jing Jiaren's trepidation in his eyes, "How scary am I usually that makes you so scared?" I?"