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

These are all the dishes that she has learned to cook recently. She has cooked all of them today, and she will redo all the dishes that are not ready until they are ready.

"These dishes, contact your young master and give them to him."

Jing Jiaren ordered, "But it's not for him to eat."

The servants looked at each other, obviously not understanding what Jing Jiaren meant.

"Your young master will understand."

Jing Jiaren thought for a while, pushed them aside and went upstairs, picked up the scarf she had knitted and went downstairs.

"I also knitted this scarf for him, so you must give it to him, young master."

After doing all of this, Jing Jiaren finally felt at ease, and her body began to feel extremely tired.

She felt hungry belatedly, and asked the servant to warm up the food, and sat alone at the huge dining table to eat.

Ximen Longting, I have never cooked you a decent meal.

This meal is made for you, do you like it?

Scarf is actually not difficult to weave seriously...

Many things are not difficult, as long as you study hard.

I can learn and do it for you.

At night, Jing Jia was lying on the bed, and couldn't help picking up the knitting books again. This time, she wanted to knit a sweater for him.

Weaving a scarf, thinking about the past, sometimes she couldn't help but smile gently at the corner of her mouth.

Sometimes the smile on the corner of the mouth is not stiff, but the tears flow down first...

The servant called Ji Ziang.

He only heard a few words before he understood Jing Jiaren's intentions...

Leaning on the misty natural hot spring, he glanced at Ximen Longting with a wicked smile: "Since Miss Jing put so much effort into making it, bring it here."

Ximen Longting squinted his eyes, and when he heard the word "Miss Jing", his eyelashes moved slightly.

"Ximen, it seems that you have been entangled by a villain this time, and it is difficult to escape."

"..."

"I'm curious, what method did you use to subdue Mrs. Leng so desperately?"

"..."

"Is the child in her belly yours?"

Ximen Longting's red eyes suddenly opened, with a murderous look.

A fist hit, Ji Ziang dodged in time.

"So excited, was I right?"

"Don't mess with me."

In the middle of the night, Ji's Villa was built on the top of the mountain, with a steep cliff behind it, like a fairyland surrounded by clouds and mist.

Warm lights lit up around the whole house, and there was the sound of water flowing and cascading.

Ji's private plane flew over in the middle of the night, just to deliver a box of dinner.

"It's just right, I'm hungry and want to have some supper." Ji Ziang got up unceremoniously, took the towel from the servant and wrapped it around his body, and sat casually on the stone chair.

Ten layers of luxurious lunch boxes are opened layer by layer...

The heat preservation is excellent, a burst of hot air hits ~, the fragrance is so tangy that it can be smelled far away.

Ji Ziang raised his eyebrows indifferently: "It's very fragrant."

"If you don't want to go to the orthopedics department, just put your things down." Ximen Longting's sinister voice came, like a north wind passing through.

Ji Ziang glanced at him: "As expected of Ximen, he is still arrogant in my territory."

"lay down!"

"So much, are you sure you can finish it?"

"You don't need to worry about that."

"What is this? Did you prepare a gift of love?" Ji Ziang suddenly found an unopened plastic bag, and took out a scarf from it.

"Tsk tsk, what year has it been, and hand weaving is still popular?"

The tall figure of Ximen Longting approached, and his fist also greeted him.

Ji Ziang dodged easily, and put the scarf around his neck...