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

Who dares to bully his woman, tired of work!

"Newcomers are bullied. This is an unspoken rule in every industry. It's normal." Jing Jiaren added food to his bowl, "Don't worry, I'll take care of it."

"..."

"Ximen Longting, listen to me, don't interfere."

Ximen Longting's face was extremely stiff.

"I promise, if I encounter a difficulty that I can't solve by myself, I will definitely find you, okay?"

"That's what you said," he took a deep breath, "I can't stand you leaving me out of anything!"

"How come? We are a family..."

We are a family.

SUN said unconvinced: "He is not worthy of being my father, the Queen's husband, so he has to work harder."

Ximen Longting's face was grim: "Dwarf, do you want to talk more!?"

……

After the meal, Sun found the medicine box from the drawer, Ximen Longting took it and put it on the sofa.

The father and son went into battle together, treating the wound on Jing Jiaren's forehead...

Sun found Jing Jiaren's arm with a small wound cut by a nail, and tore the OK bandage and asked, "The queen came back today, why didn't she become a country girl?"

"Uh...that suit was stained."

"Has the queen's beauty been seen by others?"

Brat, which pot is not open and which pot to lift.Can't you read your face?Your father is unhappy again.

SUN didn't bother to see Ximen Longting's displeasure: "You didn't let Uncle Jian see it, did you?"

Ximen Longting said gloomyly: "Not only did I see it, but I also wore his clothes and rode in his car."

SUN rolled his big eyes and froze.

"Ximen Longting, won't you say a few words less?"

"Why, doesn't he really want you to change your husband?" Ximen Longting said sarcastically, "Uncle Jian is very catchy."

Jing Jiaren: "..."

"Mom, mom... is this true?"

The topic came back again, Jing Jiaren wanted to collapse.

SUN stood on the united front with Ximen Longting in an instant, and saw him holding a photo cut out of a newspaper and pasting it on the face of a puppet.

(╬￣dish￣)=○Look at the fist! (￣#)[-]￣) Ouch!

The puppet's head sank instantly.

＜(￣︿￣)︵θFoshan Wuyingjiao! (＞口＜－) Ah!

The puppet makes a parabola and flies far away...

Poor Boss Jane was hated by father and son for no reason, and was ravaged and jealous.

Fortunately, he didn't do anything to Jing Jiaren, if he really had any ideas...

There was a gust of wind blowing down Jing Jiaren's back.

SUN stood on the sofa with his hands on his hips, "Nana, hurry up and get Jane's son back!"

Nana squeaked, fell to the ground in an instant, and dragged the puppet bear back.

"Okay, stop making trouble! You father and son are such a headache!"

Jing Jiaren took the puppet and saw Jian Chenche's newspaper clippings on it, probably he participated in an interview on fashion news.

"When did you cut it?"

"When you're bored..."

Ximen Longting stared at SUN coldly: "You are smart!"

SUN: "I also have your clippings..."

Ximen Longting: "..."

"You guys... when will we reconcile?" Jing Jiaren looked at the OK bandage that SUN put on her arm, and the medicine that Ximen Longting rubbed on her head, feeling very happy at this moment.

Little Ximen snorted coldly: "It will never be possible!"

Daximen's voice overlapped with it: "No way."