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

"Heh." Jing Jiaren laughed mockingly, and at the same time, there was a light of contempt and mockery in her eyes.

How did she know that the more she despises him and despises him, the more Ximen Longting will be aroused to conquer him!

"You're arrogant," he said.

"Compared to your arrogance, I feel ashamed." Jing Jiaren also commented on him.

Ximen Longting squinted his pupils, he would definitely make her nobility and arrogance regret it!

"You really don't want gifts?"

Jing Jiaren didn't even bother to take a look.

"I really want to see if you are really indifferent to fame and fortune, or if you are more ambitious."

"Facts will tell."

Ximen Longting casually picked up the gift box and threw it into the trash can next to it.

The servants were all taken aback.

"Clean up the trash," he said coldly, "I never keep the things I give away."

Jing Jiaren didn't say anything. Anyway, he was rich and had nothing to do with her.

The servants cleaned up the rubbish and continued to serve them, cutting meat such as foie gras into thin slices.

Suddenly met the young master's cold gaze, understood his meaning, and pushed the knife and plate in front of Jing Jiaren.

"Miss, please give this foie gras to the young master."

Jing Jiaren ate with chopsticks.

He slanted one lip and looked at her with interest...

Those eyes clearly said, don't you want to please me and make me feel better, so that I can let you go as soon as possible.

Jing Jiaren was taken aback for a moment, and then realized that ordinary women do seem to deliberately please these famous young masters.

She has a cold personality and is used to being indifferent to herself. She has never taken the initiative to please anyone, so she thinks that as long as she doesn't mess with him, he will be in a good mood.

"I've never flattered anyone." Jing Jiaren declared her position.

Ximen Longting smiled amusedly: "There is a first time in everything - I am waiting for your favor."

What's more, this little woman has given him too many firsts.

Jing Jiaren thought for a while, took the knife and fork, and smiled reluctantly: "Then, Master Ximen, do you like to eat big pieces or small pieces?"

Ximen Longting smiled meaningfully.

Xie Mei's eyes were fixed on her tightly, as if she was the pile of meat: "It can be big or small."

Even if she is indifferent to fame and fortune, she must bow her head under the power.

Jing Jiaren held her breath, as if the pile of meat was Ximen Longting, who was ruthlessly cutting on the dinner plate.

The servant picked up the champagne and prepared to refill the goblet...

Ximen Longting clapped his hands, and the servant immediately understood, put the champagne beside Jing Jiaren, and left with the cook.

Jing Jiaren's hand, which was cutting meat, stopped.

Damn, did this man treat her like a servant?

But when he thought that he was still on his territory, he had to put down the knife and refill his glass with champagne.

Ximen Longting looked interested: "You seem very reluctant."

"No, I feel very honored to serve the famous Asian prince Ximen Longting."

Ximen Longting laughed arrogantly a few times.

It turns out that forcing people and watching others make things difficult is also a kind of pleasure...

Picking up the goblet in his hand, he put his mouth in his mouth, not in a hurry to swallow, but clasped Jing Jiaren's chin.

The man's tall nose pressed over and gently pressed against hers.

Seen from a close distance, Ximen Longting's dark red pupils are painted with gold, as beautiful as ceramic carvings.

There was a bloodthirsty smile hidden in the dark eyes, looking down at her coldly...

She knew exactly what was going to happen next, and she should get out of the way immediately, but she still endured it—"Oh." Jing Jiaren laughed mockingly, and at the same time, there was a light of contempt and mockery in her eyes.

How did she know that the more she despises him and despises him, the more Ximen Longting will be aroused to conquer him!

"You're arrogant," he said.

"Compared to your arrogance, I feel ashamed." Jing Jiaren also commented on him.

Ximen Longting squinted his pupils, he would definitely make her nobility and arrogance regret it!

"You really don't want gifts?"

Jing Jiaren didn't even bother to take a look.

"I really want to see if you are really indifferent to fame and fortune, or if you are more ambitious."

"Facts will tell."

Ximen Longting casually picked up the gift box and threw it into the trash can next to it.

The servants were all taken aback.

"Clean up the trash," he said coldly, "I never keep the things I give away."

Jing Jiaren didn't say anything. Anyway, he was rich and had nothing to do with her.

The servants cleaned up the rubbish and continued to serve them, cutting meat such as foie gras into thin slices.

Suddenly met the young master's cold gaze, understood his meaning, and pushed the knife and plate in front of Jing Jiaren.

"Miss, please give this foie gras to the young master."

Jing Jiaren ate with chopsticks.

He slanted one lip and looked at her with interest...

Those eyes clearly said, don't you want to please me and make me feel better, so that I can let you go as soon as possible.

Jing Jiaren was taken aback for a moment, and then realized that ordinary women do seem to deliberately please these famous young masters.

She has a cold personality and is used to being indifferent to herself. She has never taken the initiative to please anyone, so she thinks that as long as she doesn't mess with him, he will be in a good mood.

"I've never flattered anyone." Jing Jiaren declared her position.

Ximen Longting smiled amusedly: "There is a first time in everything - I am waiting for your favor."

What's more, this little woman has given him too many firsts.

Jing Jiaren thought for a while, took the knife and fork, and smiled reluctantly: "Then, Master Ximen, do you like to eat big pieces or small pieces?"

Ximen Longting smiled meaningfully.

Xie Mei's eyes were fixed on her tightly, as if she was the pile of meat: "It can be big or small."

Even if she is indifferent to fame and fortune, she must bow her head under the power.

Jing Jiaren held her breath, as if the pile of meat was Ximen Longting, who was ruthlessly cutting on the dinner plate.

The servant picked up the champagne and prepared to refill the goblet...

Ximen Longting clapped his hands, and the servant immediately understood, put the champagne beside Jing Jiaren, and left with the cook.

Jing Jiaren's hand, which was cutting meat, stopped.

Damn, did this man treat her like a servant?

But when he thought that he was still on his territory, he had to put down the knife and refill his glass with champagne.

Ximen Longting looked interested: "You seem very reluctant."

"No, I feel very honored to serve the famous Asian prince Ximen Longting."

Ximen Longting laughed arrogantly a few times.

It turns out that forcing people and watching others make things difficult is also a kind of pleasure...

Picking up the goblet in his hand, he put his mouth in his mouth, not in a hurry to swallow, but clasped Jing Jiaren's chin.

The man's tall nose pressed over and gently pressed against hers.

Seen from a close distance, Ximen Longting's dark red pupils are painted with gold, as beautiful as ceramic carvings.

There was a bloodthirsty smile hidden in the dark eyes, looking down at her coldly...

She knew exactly what was going to happen next, she should get out of the way immediately, but she still endured——