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

"No time!"

"Ximen Longting..."

Ximen Longting turned around and walked into the room, that angry look was truly a masterpiece.

Jing Jiaren sighed, and walked over, regardless of whether he listened or not, she began to talk to herself: "I went out today because of your illness. Do you remember the farmhouse we went to last time? We were in their yard Seeing a lot of herbs and Chinese medicine, the peasant woman will treat her husband's illness."

Ximen Longting walked back to the rocking chair and sat down.

Jing Jiaren followed to the rocking chair and helped him push it: "I just found out that his husband also had stomach cancer before, and it was cured by that peasant woman with traditional Chinese medicine..."

Ximen Longting stood up again without saying a word, and walked to the second floor.

Jing Jiaren followed behind him: "Did you hear that? A peasant woman can cure her husband's stomach cancer, and she has a special recipe for stomach cancer that can cure yours."

Ximen Longting went upstairs expressionlessly.

These Tianjing beauty said that this folk prescription is useful and has cured everyone, and that folk prescription is powerful, and he must drink the medicine.

There are too many words to coax him...

Every time he said that his condition would get better after drinking the medicine, but the result was that he vomited more and more blood, and his condition became worse.

So when I heard Jing Jiaren's words, I was numb.

Jing Jiaren anxiously followed him upstairs: "Ximen Longting, at least if you say something, do you answer?"

"..."

"You cheapskate..." Jing Jiaren stared at him, suddenly stopped talking, and yelled.

She clutched her stomach and sat down on the stairs.

Ximen Longting's footsteps stopped after a few steps, and he turned back to pull her up.

Jing Jiaren took advantage of the situation and hugged him: "I knew you cared about me..."

"..."

"I'm really here for your condition. That person has a quirk and doesn't like me talking on the phone in the middle."

"The smell of a man." His dull voice.

Jing Jiaren: "..."

She didn't change clothes today due to an emergency.

"You met a man without telling me!"

"That's because people know about your condition..." She felt guilty for a while.

"You need to communicate closely with people when you talk about your illness?" He became annoyed again, "Need a hug?"

Jing Jia's heart sank, he should be a dog, this sense of smell...

"Who said I hugged and hugged?"

"How did you rub against your clothes if you didn't smell like another man?" He pinched her chin, furious!

"Ximen Longting...that's not the point..."

Ximen Longting forcefully broke her hand away, then turned and left.

Jing Jia was helpless, but she had ordered Wilson to pick up the peasant woman, so there shouldn't be any major problems.

But if you don't coax him, it's probably going to be against the sky again, and Jing Jiaren feels guilty after seeing Leng Aofeng.

She followed to the study, and saw Ximen Longting sitting on the boss's chair with awe-inspiring sternness, with a thunderous seriousness on his face.

If it wasn't for the uncoordinated scorpion puppet in his hand...

He ignored what Jing Jiaren said to tease him.

She coughed and cheered up the atmosphere: "It's so lonely, it's so depraved that I want to play with a pig."

Ximen Longting narrowed his eyes slightly, and his body stood up instantly: "This is a scorpion!"

"Yeah... I'm talking to the scorpion, what are you talking about?"

Ximen Longting: "..."

"What a poor scorpion."

Ximen Longting was furious: "Get out!"

"Okay, you are alone." Jing Jiaren looked at the time, she had already had lunch, and he probably hadn't eaten yet.