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

Jing Jiaren chuckled, hooked her feet around his waist, hanging with heavy strength, so that he had to fall on the bed with her.

One arm pressed against the bed, supporting his heavy strength.

"Ximen Longting, you said you would accompany me tonight!"

"..."

"Does it count if you want to talk again?"

She said her legs were weak, just waiting for him to send her into the house.

"Are you playing tricks on me?" He stared at her deeply, "You think I can't see through?"

"I know you can see through, so what? You still sent me up." Jing Jiaren pressed close to him, "Don't go..."

It was rare for her to keep him, and she was reluctant to let him go.

Ximen Longting's heartstrings pluck——

Touching her face with the back of his hand: "You've never been so clingy to me before."

"At that time you pushed me so hard that I couldn't breathe."

"So you know I'm important?" He stared at her and stroked her hair.

Jing Jiaren kissed him messily: "Then do you like it? Do you like me clinging to you?"

Ximen Longting's voice was heavy: "I really like it."

"Then when I'm indifferent to you, don't you like it?"

"I like it..." He whispered, "I like everything you do to me."

"Anyway, I won't let you go tonight!"

She rubbed her cheek against his shoulder...

From the moment Ximen Longting carried her into this villa, he made a plan that he couldn't leave.

He let her soft lips kiss him, and finally couldn't help it, and arrogantly turned back at her.

She must have mysterious powers... With a hook of her finger, he was attracted to her.

Only she can control him and make him crumble.

……

The sun shines in in the morning, brightening the room.

Jing Jiaren's hands subconsciously hugged the man next to him, touched the empty space, and quickly woke up.

Ximen Longting left, his clothes, shoes, everything that belonged to him was gone.

Jing Jiaren rushed to the window and looked from a distance, and sure enough, the bodyguard car was gone.

Jing Jiaren stretched out her hand to rake her long hair, and saw the two cigarette butts on the potted plant, they must have been left by him.

Jing Jiaren picked it up and took a look. If it wasn't for these evidences that Ximen Longting had been here last night, she almost thought it was a dream!

Jing Jiaren returned to the bed in despair, only to see a piece of paper under the water glass on the bedside table.

[Take medicine, there is food downstairs, heat it in the microwave. 】

Jing Jiaren saw the medicine box next to her. It was the nutritional medicine she bought last night. The two pills had been peeled off and placed on the box.

She drank it from the water glass, which was obviously cold, and she felt warm all over her body.

Going downstairs, I saw Ximen Longting making breakfast by the kitchen, minced meat porridge with some strange and light ingredients, and the chicken soup was still warm in the pot.

Maybe when Jing Jiaren fell asleep last night, he came downstairs to cook her a meal and left.

Jing Jiaren squinted her eyes, as if she saw Ximen Longting's tall back standing busy in front of the stove.

"Queen, you woke up so early." SUN yawned big.

Jing Jiaren served him a bowl of porridge, which was plugged in and kept warm.

"Sun, try it and see how it tastes?"

SUN held the bowl and took a big sip: "It tastes different from what the Queen usually makes..."

"This is a new method." Jing Jiaren also took a sip from a bowl, tasting his craftsmanship.

A wave of heat hit her eye sockets.

She seemed to have eaten the porridge made by Ximen Longting before, but it was just that one time, she never thought it would be engraved in her heart.