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

"Ximen Longting, do you dare not be so boring?"

"Don't dare!"

"Okay, don't be so naive." Jing Jiaren frowned, "You may shave his hair, but he may not hand over the key."

"But I will have fun!" Ximen Longting held her by the shoulders, lifted her up, and pulled up her pantyhose.

Jing Jiaren glared at him: "If you shave his head, you won't be able to make out with me tonight."

Ximen Longting paused for a moment.

"You just choose one."

"Jing Jiaren, why do you defend him like this!?"

"If he wants to shave your hair, I won't agree..."

"Can he compare to me? I'm your man, what is he to you? Huh!?" Ximen Longting hadn't finished shaving his beard, and the bubbles on his face were all on her face.

Jing Jiaren poked his face with a finger: "You..."

Sometimes she is really like an unreasonable child, which makes her love and hate at the same time.

Taking advantage of Leng Lintian's drowsy time, he called the bodyguards to help him wash up.

Leng Lintian's upper body was covered in wine, so he had to take a bath.

Ximen Longting tied her eyes with a black cloth strap, even used an IPAD to tune to the music part, and plugged her ears with earplugs.

Can't hear the bathing sound? !

Forget it, what is Ximen Longting asking her to hear...

A very old and familiar melody came:

【Sitting on the carpet back to back / Listening to music and talking about wishes / You hope that I will become more and more gentle / I hope you will put me in your heart...】

What a corny song.

Do people in the last century like to hear it?Even Jing's father and Jing's mother are not so outdated!

When did Ximen Longting's taste take a turn for the worse?

[The most romantic thing I can think of/is growing old with you/collecting bits and pieces of laughter along the way/save for later sitting in a rocking chair and chatting slowly...]

Jing Jiaren couldn't help pulling down the straps, and saw Ximen Longting sitting on the sofa in the bathroom with his legs crossed, reading a financial magazine.

He is not far away...

Jing Jiaren kicked him.

Ximen Longting stared at her seriously.

"Hey, old man."

"Listen carefully." His flirtatious lips moved.

Although Jing Jiaren couldn't hear the voice, she could tell by the shape of his lips.

Ximen Boss helped her put the strap back on and threatened her not to peek any more.

Jing Jiaren paused seriously for a while for the lyrics, and actually downloaded this song, playing it in loop mode...

It's just poisonous!

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to evening.

He personally changed the medicine for the scratch on Jing Jiaren's left hand, and then the doctor checked her.

"Miss is in good health, and so is the baby... just pay more attention to diet and nutrition."

"Surviving such a harsh environment, it must be a disaster after birth." Ximen Longting had a gloomy face, fearing that the child would be deformed.

"You cursed your own child like that?" Jing Jiaren was displeased, "He must be healthy."

"It's been three months." Ximen Longting reminded.

Today happens to be 3 months old...

It has been almost half a year since Jing Jiaren returned to China without knowing it, and the medicine on her face needs to be injected as soon as possible.

"You can't make out during the first three months and the last three months of a pregnant woman." Ximen Longting's voice suddenly became hoarse, and fire seemed to spurt from his eyes.

Jing Jiaren's back stiffened: "So that's what you meant?"

"Tonight is going to be real."

A few nights ago, Jing Jiaren helped him with her hands...