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

With a wave of his hand, it flew all over Jing Jiaren's head.

Like snowflakes, falling...

Jing Jiaren sat blankly, she was not reluctant, but regretted that she had been painting for a long time, and her hands kept dripping snow halfway, and several paintings were ruined.

He would never have imagined how much effort she had put into making him handsome in order to paint this picture well!

Because she knew that once he painted him badly, he would be sad——

Will burst out asking:

Jing Jiaren, so this is what I look like in your eyes? !

"Why, do you feel very wronged?" Ximen Longting stared at her with vicious eyes, "Don't act like you're about to cry!"

"No," Jing Jiaren came back to her senses, "You have a good rest, I'll call the servant and bring you the porridge."

"sit down."

Jing Jiaren just got up and stood still.

"You don't know how to call if you have an inside line? Are you trying to avoid me on purpose?"

Jing Jiaren discovered that the current Ximen Longting is a lion that keeps blowing fur, so sensitive that he can't be touched at all.

Jing Jiaren didn't bother him: "Okay, I'll call inside and have the servant deliver it."

Ximen Longting coughed twice, his whole body was heavy and uncomfortable, his current physical strength might not be able to wake up tomorrow.

But somewhere, there seemed to be a voice telling him...

If he didn't wake up early, he would miss the last time with her.

If he wakes up tomorrow, he will send her off with his own hands!

Get out of his world forever, he will not and will not allow himself another chance to regret...

Ximen Longting's lips were bleeding, and looking at Jing Jiaren's back, she was not far away, but so far away.

Putting down the receiver, Jing Jiaren took the water and put it on the bedside table: "The medicine and water are here."

She stopped looking at him and picked up the scraps of paper on the bed and on the floor.

Pick them up one by one and throw them into the trash can.

After tidying up, I found that he was still looking at her, and the medicine and water hadn't moved.

Jing Jiaren took out a few pills in a good-tempered manner and put them in the palm of her hand: "You should take your medicine."

Ximen Longting didn't say much, just swallowed the medicine with her hand, and she hurriedly fed him water.

It's too dry, and once you drink water, it's like a suffocating person sucking in oxygen.

Ximen Longting drank up the whole glass of water.

Jing Jiaren asked softly, "Are you still thirsty? I'll get you another cup."

Ximen Longting reached out his hand coldly and took the water glass.

This time he didn't want her to feed him, Jing Jiaren was slightly surprised.

But in the next second, she only felt her cheeks brighten, and the glass of warm water was splashed on her face.

Ximen Longting rolled his lips coldly: "Are you awake?"

"..."

"See who I am!" He curled his lips demonically, "Take off that hypocritical mask immediately. Instead, I'm used to your shrew image, that's the real you!"

He said her image was that of a vixen.

Jing Jiaren stood dumbfounded, the water soon became cold as soon as it touched the air, and fell down the tip of her nose.

She wiped her face quickly and said nothing.

"Why don't you talk?" He sneered, "Call me!"

Jing Jiaren felt that he was the scariest person in history.

"Why don't you grab a glass of water right away and throw it at me—that's what you would do."

"Ximen Longting," Jing Jiaren said in a steady voice, "You fed me medicine and water, and I just gave it back to you."

Ximen Longting's eyes were cold.

"Just vent tonight..."