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

"What's wrong with you?" Jing Jiaren was helpless.

Ximen Longting roared uncontrollably: "What are you thinking? Missing him? What are you laughing at!?"

Jing Jiaren was speechless: "I just think that you and Master Ximen can settle down, and that you don't hate him so much, and I feel relieved. What do you think I'm thinking?"

"..."

Ximen Longting said angrily: "When will I settle down with him? It's just mutual use!"

At this time, is he still stubborn and refuses to admit it?That's right, freezing three feet does not happen in a day, so it is not so easy to make him reconcile with Master Ximen.

The current state has already surprised her: "Well, whatever you say is what you say."

"Jing Jiaren!" Ximen Longting said loudly.

"What happened to you?"

"For you, I even gave up my daughter. Is this how you treat me?" Ximen Longting's red pupils flashed with sadness.

Jing Jiaren raised her lips: "Yes, Boss Ximen sacrificed too much this time. How can I treat you well?"

"I want the most supreme treatment."

"Then reward Ximen Boss to wash my feet tonight..."

"..."

"Not satisfied? Then it's fine every night." Jing Jiaren said solemnly.

Ximen Longting threw away the laptop, turned her over and pressed her under him, grabbed her little hand viciously and probed into his pants: "It's almost as good as you wash my 'feet'!"

Jing Jiaren's cheeks were slightly red: "Didn't you say that I was injured, don't move around, and need to rest more?"

"It's not you who moved!" Ximen Longting really lost his temper these days.

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Ximen Longting was getting better and better, his body was getting better and better, when the cell phone rang.

Jing Jiaren squinted her eyes slightly, her cheeks were flushed with passion.

Her hair was as silky and shiny, and it was inconvenient to wash it because she was wearing a crown. Ximen Longting helped her clean and comb it every time, with every movement being careful.

Jing Jiaren pressed Ximen Longting's chest with one hand, as if she wanted to push him away, but her lower body was wrapped tightly.

The phone rings over and over again...

Jing Jiaren moved in his arms: "Ximen Longting...don't answer the phone?"

However, Ximen Longting grabbed her hand and pressed it hard on the top of her head. The man's back was arched, his muscles stretched: "Do you like it when I treat you like this?"

He always likes to talk about love at this time.

"The phone is ringing."

"Tell me how much you like me!"

Is this the boss of Ximen who will yell three hundred questions when they are intimate?The next question must be "Who do you like?" "Ximen Longting." "Who is he?"

I don't know how I developed this bad habit, and more often than not, I would say some embarrassing love words that made Jing Jiaren blush and heartbeat.

Jing Jiaren cared about the phone ringtone: "Maybe there is something very important."

Most people wouldn't call Ximen Longting's cell phone, except for Wilson.The phone rings over and over again. Normally, Ximen Longting doesn't answer it. Wilson must know that the owner is inconvenient. If he keeps calling, it's something serious!

"Is it okay to pick it up? It's not important. Wilson won't keep looking for you?"

Jing Jiaren held Ximen Longting's face from his chest, and he couldn't help staring at her, his voice changed: "Jing Jiao~ Wife, you know I'm most annoyed by being disturbed at this time!"