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

Because since [Jing Jiaren] left, the young master hasn't been happy for a long time.

Wilson was also rarely happy: "Quick, take Miss Elizabeth to the study."

Jing Jiaren's mood was indescribably heavy.

After being taken to the study, a servant gave her a mask and forced her to wear it.

And gave her a little gift box—

"There's a brooch in the box, just say it's a gift you prepared for the young master!"

This is what Wilson is prepared for.

Jing Jiaren held the box tightly and laughed dumbly.She also wants to give Ximen Longting a gift, but is she qualified? !

Looking at the stacked bookshelves, she felt that her body was severely deprived of oxygen.

Breathing hard, she stood in front of the bookshelf and looked at the bibliography.

His eyes fell on the desk, where the photo frames were placed.

She couldn't help picking it up and looking at it, rubbing the characters in the frame...

Outside the door, Wilson sent someone to find Ximen Longting: "Master, I have a surprise for you."

Ximen Longting's face was cold, he couldn't distinguish between emotions and anger.

"The surprise is in the study."

Wilson opens the door—

Jing Jiaren stood in front of the desk with her back to the door, staring intently at the photo frame, so engrossed.

The desk corresponds to a huge painted window.

The sun shines in, shining her whole body in the light ball...

Jing Jiaren in a long beige dress seemed to melt into the halo and fly away like an angel.

Ximen Longting's chest was pinched, and his red eyes widened rapidly.

He walked into the room coldly, and Wilson quietly closed the door behind him.

Jing Jiaren was clutching the photo frame, and suddenly a majestic aura approached her. Before she could turn her head, a pair of strong arms suddenly embraced her from behind and hugged her tightly!

Ximen Longting's embrace carried strong suffocation...

The two arms seemed to be iron, tying her tightly around her.

"beautiful woman."

His deep voice was in her ear.

"Jing Jiaren!"

Jing Jiaren let go of her hand, and the photo frame fell to the ground, with a bang, the glass shattered...

He recognized her?He knows it all?

"I miss you..." His voice was hoarse and out of tune, "I miss you every day!"

Jing Jiaren's heart ached like a sharp knife, and she wanted to break free from his embrace.

He smelled a little drunk when he spoke...

He's drinking again, can he stop drinking all the time!

Ximen Longting pulled her body hard, felt her struggling to escape, and held her tighter in his arms.

On this birthday, he thought that he only had alcohol to get by. Isn't this a dream?she is not dead? !

"Don't run away!"

"..."

"I won't let you run away again without my order—you hear?"

The icy swan mask covered her face, and her eyes shone with broken light.

His chest heaved violently, and he took off the mask with a lift of his hand!

Jing Jiaren subconsciously closed her eyes and turned her face away, clasped her chin with her big palm, and forcefully pulled back her face, waiting for the moment to see her clearly——

The tense atmosphere in the room instantly collapsed.

The flames burning in Ximen Longting's red eyes seemed to be extinguished by ice water in an instant.

"It's you!"

Jing Jiaren took a step back and panted, "It's me."

Ximen Longting's eyes darkened, and the evil light in his eyes turned: "You forgot, if you appear in front of me again, you will die!"

Jing Jiaren took another two steps back: "You asked your men to bring me here, so what's none of my business!?"

"..."

"You're drunk, and you don't even remember the orders you gave?"