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

Jing Jiaren wiped the corners of her eyes, she thought she wouldn't care, but the thought of that scene made her heart ache.

The tears seemed to flow through the thread, and she couldn't stop it at all.

Weeping all the way.

"Cough cough cough..."

……

Beach House...

Wilson led the bodyguards of the brigade, all with flashlights, looking for them on the hill outside the wall.

It was so dark, the ground was covered with snow, and the steep hills were slippery...

Four helicopters were sent to shoot searchlights overhead.

Wilson lamented, knowing that as soon as Miss Jing left, the young master would send the girl away——

More importantly, you will get the gift box back!

As expected.

No suspense at all.

Master, every time you play tricks, you don't bring a fresh one...

I know I have to find it, so don't throw it so far away.

It's okay to just throw it in the trash can...

If this gift is never found again, it will be the young master who will be sad.

He clearly hoped that Jing Jiaren would come to him every day, but when she did come, he sneered and drove her away with a gun and a stick.

Sometimes Wilson couldn't understand the young master's thinking, why people who fell in love would be so crazy and irrational.

Fortunately, the lineup I was looking for was big enough, and the box was big enough and eye-catching. It didn't take me long to find it.

Ximen Longting sat on the bar counter and tore it coldly, all the buttons fell off, and the wild night shirt opened up his strong figure.

Taking out the wine from the wine cabinet, the wine was violently poured into the bottle, splashing most of it.

He pierced his chest and abdomen hard, and the wine glass slammed on the marble table.

Another full glass...

The servants avoided the plague god far away, and no one dared to disturb him.

Wilson came back quickly with someone: "Master, I found it."

Ximen Longting's indifferent back: "Open."

"..."

"I told you to open it!" There was the sound of wine glasses being thrown on the table again, the sound of violent collisions, and the pungent smell of wine.

Wilson quickly pulled the ribbon and opened the lid, revealing a sleeveless men's vest inside.

Although Jing Jiaren came out in a hurry, she can weave with her heart, and the vest is very well woven, with unique patterns.

"Master, it's a hand-woven men's vest."

"..."

"Miss Jing's hands are very skillful, and the weaving is very good... But there is a strange smell, should I wash it?"

Ximen Longting stretched out his hand coldly.

The soft sweater has a smell of wind oil——

He didn't mind, and put the vest on his body indiscriminately.

"Master, you are wearing it backwards."

The shirt inside was unbuttoned, and the woolen vest was put on in such a mess, looking embarrassed and messy.

At this moment, a piece of paper fluttered quietly from the box to the ground.

Wilson picked it up: "There seems to be another letter."

……

The driver looked at Jing Jiaren in the rearview mirror, hesitated to speak, and finally gave her a tissue.

Jing Jiaren took it awkwardly: "Thank you, please stop by the side of the road, I want to get some air."

Go back like this, what will SUN think when he sees it?

Her eyes were swollen from crying...

He knew that she came to see the old man, if the old man made her cry, Sun would never forgive Ximen Longting for the rest of his life.

She can't let the relationship between father and son be bad, let alone let her sad mood ruin SUN's Christmas!

The driver looked around, and there was a bustling street nearby: "Shall I take you home?"

"No need, I want to walk..."