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

Jing Jiaren frowned and opened her mouth.

"Guilty? Do you know you're afraid?" Ximen Longting suddenly reached out and stroked her bangs that were blown by the wind.

His fingers seemed to have a cold breath.

He leaned over and leaned against her ear: "It's late."

Jing Jiaren's heart suddenly suffocated.

"Maybe I'm a fan of the authorities. I liked you so much before that I couldn't see clearly when I stood in the maze set by you." He looked at her strangely, "Now I can see clearly..."

Can Jing Jiaren say that her heart feels like it has been cut by an axe?

She has always been a proud and uncompromising person, but when facing Ximen Longting, she has put her position to the lowest.

Why is it that the humbler she is, the colder she is treated?

Suddenly I thought of Mother Jing, no matter how she avoided it, she was still following Mother Jing's old path.

In the past, she could not understand or even disdain the behavior, she has done it unconsciously.

Love has a strange magic power, making yourself less and less like yourself.

"I've explained everything I can... If you insist on thinking this way, it's just a sophistry if I say more."

"..."

"In your eyes, if I don't explain it, I don't love you. If I explain it, I have a guilty conscience."

"..."

"No matter what I do, you have your own explanation... You insist on thinking bad about me," Jing Jiaren smiled softly, "You might as well just say that you are getting tired of me more and more."

Her kindness and strength are superfluous in Ximen Longting's eyes.

Her strengths became weaknesses, and she suddenly became worthless...

"You're better than knowing yourself."

Ximen Longting stood up straight, opened the fence and walked out.

Wilson hurriedly followed, and when he passed by Jing Jiaren, he sighed softly.

Jing Jiaren tightened her fingers and saw Ximen Longting get into the car.

She took a deep breath and decided to fight for it last: "Tomorrow is the seventh day we agreed on. Have you thought about the answer...I'll wait for you."

I don't know if Ximen Longting heard it.

Jing Jiaren took a deep breath, and took two steps forward——

"Ximen Longting, do you hear? No matter how you want to handle our relationship, you have to come tomorrow, let's make it clear."

Whether to break up or stay together.

Is it for each other, willing to compromise one more step; or is it really not suitable, so we parted ways.

Jing Jiaren wanted a definite answer.

……

In the morning, the head carpenter comes to do the final finishing work, and the painter also paints the final part.

The paint is still wet, the smell is strong, it will take a few days to dry...

Fortunately, Jing Jiaren's venue is outside.

She invited a few workers to spread the colored lights she bought on the open space, and hung 8 lights.

In addition, a steel wire is also installed to hang the wishing bottle...

Inside each bottle is a star stacked on paper, along with a photo.

The wishing bottle was blown in the air by the wind, tumbling, rotating, and when they collided together, they made a crisp sound like a wind chime.

According to Jing Jiaren's arrangement, SUN placed the candle cups in a zigzag pattern on the open space.

【Ximen】(The word Ting is too complicated, put out the candle cup.)

Of course, this was just a venue, and Jing Jiaren naturally knew that these pediatric things would not be able to impress Ximen Longting.

She was holding a small square box, about the size of two palms, which contained... what Ximen Longting wanted, and everything Jing Jiaren wanted.