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

Hearing the sound of a car starting outside, Jing Jiaren got out of bed, raised the curtains and watched.

Just in time to see Wilson open the car door, Ximen Longting bent down to get into the car...

He didn't look back, but looked forward with a stern side face.

Jing Jiaren held onto the window rail tightly, watching the car turn a corner and leave.

In the front yard, the glass temperature-controlled room was not dismantled, and there was a big bed in it, which was probably moved out of the guest room.

Jing Jiaren watched Ximen Longting's convoy go away, and she suddenly came back to her senses.

She has never seen Ximen Longting look so disappointed...

Walking to the photo wall, there is still a photo in a small corner that has not been nailed.

Jing Jiaren picked up the photos and thumbtacks, and pressed them on the wall one by one.

I was tired after just raising my arm a few times, and I didn't have much strength to press the thumbtack.

After pressing the last 7 photos, Jing Jiaren was drenched in sweat.

What's going on with her hand, why is it shaking slightly all the time, it's a little uncontrollable.

Jing Jiaren took a breath, went back to the bed and picked up the pills.

While holding the water glass, my five fingers suddenly lost strength, and the glass hit the ground with a bang, and the water was spilled.

Jing Jiaren's mind froze, and she opened and closed her hands in mid-air, or made fists.

Sometimes agile, sometimes numb.

Fortunately, only the left hand has this condition temporarily, and the right hand is still fine...

Could this be one of the medicinal properties of the toxin?

Jing Jiaren didn't dare to think about it, her mood today was worse than ever.

I originally planned to knit the sweater and give it to Ximen Longting before Christmas...

She had only knitted one sleeve for him before.

Now, she has chosen wool of the same texture and color and plans to finish knitting the sweater.

It usually takes 1-2 months to knit a men's sweater.

But Jing Jiaren doesn't have that much time, she can only race against time to weave...

After moving to this small villa, she spent all day knitting except for eating and sleeping.

This is what she promised to Ximen Longting before, and she must realize it, otherwise it will be an eternal shortcoming in her life.

Must be in time for Christmas.

Will she... make it through Christmas?

The door was suddenly opened, and SUN in the next room woke up, and immediately ran to this room, and saw Jing Jiaren lying on the bed, knitting a sweater quickly...

Her technique is very fast, because she has often knit sweaters for Sun in the past three years in the UK, and she has practiced very well.

She knits so seriously that she doesn't even know that SUN has appeared.

"Mom..." Her hand was suddenly arched by a small head.

Jing Jiaren came back to her senses and saw SUN staring at her watery with his jewel eyes wide open.

"The Great Demon King..." SUN pointed to the wound on Jing Jiaren's head, "He hit you?"

"No."

"Why do you speak for him? He has treated you like this, and you still have to knit him a sweater!" SUN angrily grabbed the ball of wool and wanted to tear it off.

"SUN, don't touch it! Don't touch it!"

Jing Jiaren reached out anxiously to snatch it, and the movement was too big, pushing SUN to the ground.

Jing Jiaren stumbled out of bed, picked up the wool that had been rolled on the ground, and rolled it up quickly, for fear of knotting.

In normal times, she must have helped SUN up immediately.

SUN sat on the ground blankly: "Sun is not as good as a ball of wool?"

Jing Jiaren's fingers froze, and she looked at him: "This sweater is... very important to me."

"Is it more important than Sun?"