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

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Weilin Cemetery in the suburbs.

On the way here, Jing Jiaren didn't dare to say the destination directly, so she kept telling the driver the direction and instructing him where to drive.

The car stopped in front of the cemetery, and the administrator of the cemetery was already waiting at the door.

Ximen Longting looked at the gate of Iron Art Cemetery and frowned coldly: "Are you coming to the cemetery?"

"Ah."

"To see who!?"

Jing Meixue is buried here.

Jing Jiaren smiled indifferently: "There's something wrong, you'll know after a while. Put down the wheelchair, I'm going to start enjoying the old lady's benefits!"

Ximen Longting was cold, and Jing Jiaren's expression did not seem to have discovered the news of Jing Meixue's death.

He carried her out of the car, and Wilson pushed the wheelchair behind him.

"Don't hug me, I want to use a wheelchair."

"What's so good about a wheelchair."

"I haven't sat down yet... I want to sit and try."

"When you get old, there will be plenty of opportunities. At that time, you won't be able to sit down even if you don't want to!"

I'm afraid she has no chance to grow old...

Jing Jiaren struggled stubbornly: "At that time, you won't be the one pushing the wheelchair, so what's the point of sitting?"

Ximen Longting's figure froze suddenly.

He knew that she was concerned about his poor physical strength, and carrying her into the cemetery would consume a lot of physical strength.That's why I asked for a wheelchair.

"Who are you going to see at the cemetery!?"

"Don't look at anyone, can't you come to the cemetery to play occasionally?"

Have fun?

The administrator greeted him: "Hello, is this Ms. Jing? I'm Mr. Zheng, the administrator of the cemetery. It's getting late, let's talk as we walk."

"Okay. Ximen Longting, push me away."

A group of people entered the cemetery.

Mr. Zheng began to explain the founding, style, scale and size of this cemetery.

I gave another document to Jing Jiaren...

There are options and prices for empty tombs.

"Miss Jing, which gentleman you brought is a Feng Shui master?" Mr. Zheng suddenly stopped explaining, looking at Wilson, Ximen Longting, and some bodyguards behind him.

The aura of this group of people is terrible, each wearing big sunglasses.

"I didn't bring a Feng Shui master. Can't I look at the cemetery myself?"

"It is feasible. Each of our cemeteries has been checked by a feng shui master... A cemetery with good feng shui will be very expensive."

Ximen Longting asked coldly: "Jing Jiaren, you want to buy a cemetery."

"Ah."

"To whom?" he asked sarcastically, "To me?!"

"Surprise, a big gift for you—"

Ximen Longting's body froze suddenly, the wheelchair stopped, and Jing Jiaren almost jumped out.

"I'm just kidding, why are you so angry."

Ximen Longting's voice was stiff: "Then who did you buy it for!?"

"Buy it for me."

"What did you say--"

"I said, buy it for myself." Jing Jiaren turned her face slightly, looking at the surrounding environment, "I checked on the Internet this morning, and this is the cemetery with the best environment in City B. Surrounded by trees, it is quiet and quiet, and it is a quiet time ……I like here."

Ximen Longting's face was extremely ugly, and he turned Jing Jiaren's wheelchair around to face her: "What do you want?"

"I don't want to do anything," Jing Jiaren stared at him, "I just feel tired, tired of running away. I want to find a place to settle down."

"..."

"Unless you take off the chain."

"Is it a threat again?" He gripped her shoulder angrily, "What kind of tricks do you have coming up again and again!" Torturing him like this!

Jing Jiaren shook her head quietly: "If you insist on thinking it's a threat, then so be it..."