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

Ximen Longting just stood there, his body as stiff as iron.

"Ximen Longting... don't get angry and you won't be able to solve the problem, let's talk about it." Jing Jiaren approached him and reached out to touch him tentatively.

She was suddenly strangled by his wrist, and she cried out in pain.

SUN grabbed an iron spoon and threw it over: "Let go of my mother!"

The spoon hit Ximen Longting on the head, and the edge was a little sharp, cutting his skin a bit.

"Go, GET OUT—" SUN pounded the dining table with his small fist, "We don't welcome you."

Jing Jiaren quickly winked at Wilson: "Take the young master upstairs."

Wilson nodded and went up to hug SUN.

"No, I want to protect the queen, Uncle Wilson... let me go!"

SUN struggled and was carried away by Wilson.

At the moment when their footsteps were far away, Ximen Longting grabbed the dining table and threw it hard.

The messy medley sounded fiercely.

Jing Jiaren frowned, feeling helpless and distressed seeing Ximen Longting like this.

"I really have nothing to do with him."

"You think I'll believe it?!"

"What do I need you to believe—"

"Maybe the next time you climb into her bed and I catch you in person, you will say...you are thanking him, so you sacrifice yourself to repay it." Ximen Longting grinned wickedly, "Really?"

"No, I won't have that kind of relationship with a man other than you!"

"kiss."

"...That time was an accident."

"How many more accidents will you have—" Ximen Longting clenched his fists tightly, his veins throbbing violently.

He felt a headache and his nerves were tense for days, and he couldn't sleep well at all.

As for her, she and SUN adapted to the new life so quickly, both mother and son can live without him!

Wrong, without him, they would be better off!

Jing Jiaren opened and closed her mouth, she really became a sheep herding child, even if she told the truth, he would not believe her.

He turned around and was about to leave, his back slumped.

"Ximen Longting..."

Jing Jiaren quickly stepped in front of him: "I didn't, I really didn't do anything to be sorry for you."

In her life, she has always had only him, Ximen Longting.

Whether it is body or mind, they only pretend to be him.

To Leng Aofeng has always been just family affection, brotherly dependence; to Leng Aofeng is guilt, it is friendship!

Only for Ximen Longting, she was sure that she loved him.

"Do not be angry."

She suddenly reached out and hugged his cold body, trying to calm him down.

Ximen Longting's tall body froze.

Her body hugged him, making him reluctant to push her away, even knowing that she was a thorn protruding from hell...

She surrounded him, dragged him, and dragged him into the abyss of hell again and again.

Even so, how could he fall in love with such a terrible woman? !

"Your body is so cold..." Jing Jiaren's face was icy cold against his shirt.

"..."

"Think about it calmly, you are so handsome, powerful... Any woman would fall in love with you, including me." Jing Jiaren hugged him and shook him gently, "How could I be so stupid to fall in love with a half-headed man?" A half-wolf monster?"

"..."

"You are a hundred times, a thousand times, ten thousand times better than him..." Jing Jiaren coaxed softly, "Even if I am blind, I will not abandon you for him!"

Ximen Longting's body was still tense, but gradually warmed by her warmth.