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

Jing Jiaren tripped and fell into his arms naturally.

Ximen Longting threw the wallet into Wilson's hands, then stretched out his hands leisurely, and took Jing Jiaren into his arms: "Are you still quibbling? Your actions are throwing yourself into your arms."

This sinister villain!To do such a thing!

Seeing the evil smile on the corner of Ximen Longting's mouth, her lungs were about to explode!

"You're boring! Let me go!"

Is it so much fun to play with her like a cat?

Jing Jiaren couldn't break free, and hated him so much that she bit his ear hard.

Ximen Longting was in pain: "Woman, do you really want to relive the feeling of last night?"

"Aren't you reconciled to having ruined the Jing family like this? How far are you going to push me?"

Jing Jia was so angry that she wanted to slap him to death and throw him into the sea to feed the sharks.

Ximen Longting paused for a moment, and said in a low voice: "As long as you apologize to me obediently, I can restore all the disappearing properties of the Jing family within half a month. What's more, make them more valuable than before."

Such a big temptation is thrown out, and everyone is grateful.

But Jing Jiaren refused without thinking, "Thank you. I don't want you to be unhappy and tear them down again."

"..."

"The person who plays with other people's life and death just based on your mood is the worst."

Although Jinghuatian is a small business, it still supports hundreds of employees.

They all rely on wages for food, and now they are suddenly unemployed. It is conceivable how many people are facing a difficult life.

And Ximen Longting, a person who spends a lot of money, how can he care about other people's enthusiasm.

Ximen Longting held her in his arms and let her sit on his lap: "Now that you have the right to control my mood, you can make me happy all the time."

Just seeing her puts him in a good mood.

No matter how many things she did to anger him or what she said to anger him, it was not as important as her being by his side.

"If I could really control your mood, I would definitely piss you off right away." Jing Jia didn't believe his nonsense.

Ximen Longting laughed loudly: "As long as you live, I can't die."

Jing Jiaren was angry, even if she died, a bastard like him would still be alive.

The big hand suddenly grabbed her ankle, and saw that there were a few pieces of skin on her toes.

How could such delicate feet walk on the ground without shoes.

Meifeng frowned slightly, and called Wilson to help her drink water...

His hands avoided the worn places to help her scrub the dirt.

A cup of water in this kind of hotel costs hundreds of dollars.

This is probably the most expensive footwashing water that Jing Jiaren has ever used in her life.

Luxury, scum!

Jing Jiaren is tall, but her feet are not long. She wears a size 35 and a half, which is not big enough for Ximen Longting's palm.

He was held in his hands, rubbed clean, and then took a napkin to help her dry...

She is also No.1 who can enjoy such a distinguished service.

You know, he is the majestic young master Ximen, the dark emperor of the night, the king who the world is vying to bow down to serve him.

Jing Jiaren obviously didn't take this kind of favor seriously, and her two little feet have been struggling and not being honest.

Ximen Longting dried her completely, and measured her feet with his fingers: "It's so small."

Wilson made good length gestures and made people buy shoes.

After ringing the service bell, the waiter came over with the order.How could she know that although he was hungry, he deliberately waited for her to come before ordering food.