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

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It was ten in the evening the next day.

The fiery red sunset reflected the whole town red, and the town of Vinal was peaceful and quiet, with undulating flowers on the roadside, grasslands moving in the wind, and cattle and sheep grazing on the slopes.

Foreign countries have vast terrain and few people, so houses are not densely built.

Each farmhouse is like an independent small villa, very French romantic style.

Jing Jiaren enjoyed the scenery along the way, feeling at ease.

Before getting out of the car, Leng Lintian straightened her messed up hair and said, "No matter who you are, these days, you must play my wife."

"..."

"I don't want the two old people to be disappointed."

Jing Jiaren was silent for a moment, that's right, Leng Lintian can't bring an ex-wife to visit the second elder, it doesn't make any sense.

And the ex-wife is pregnant with another man's child... Foreigners are not open enough to accept this.

"What do I call it?"

"Call me, grandpa, grandma."

Jing Jia has a bad eyebrow, she really can't bear to lie to the two old people, and she doesn't want to play husband and wife with Leng Lintian.

Because this indicates that she will pretend to be intimate with Leng Lin Tianxiang...

The hand on his knee was held by him, and his purple lips kissed the back of her hand: "Ma'am, let's get out of the car."

Surrounded by white fences, countless flowers and trees are planted, densely climbing the entire yard.

The villa's red-digged rice walls are not considered luxurious, but it is particularly warm in the evening light.

A double-headed palace lantern illuminates the art of iron carving and stands on a tall green oil barrel.

It was engraved in French, Jing Jiaren couldn't read it, but he knew it was the owner's name.

Leng Lintian naturally took his hand and pushed open the fence door.

There are heart-warming lights in the villa, and the smell of food wafting out...

Jing Jiaren ate dry food all the way, and when she smelled the hot food, she immediately whetted her appetite.

"How do you know they live here?" Jing Jiaren asked softly.

"Investigating, but I came here when I was a child."

"Do you remember?"

"Seeing these now... It seems that some memory fragments are floating." Leng Lintian pressed his head and shook it.

"Are you OK?"

The two were talking, when the small wooden blue door was suddenly pushed open, and a woman with curly black hair was wearing a floral plaid skirt and a lace apron, looking at them with a kind smile.

This scene was too sudden.

Probably grandma has been waiting for Leng Lintian all this time, and it should be about this time, and she saw them coming from the window.

He hurriedly opened the door while he was still cooking.

The grandmother spoke French enthusiastically, walked up and gave Leng Lintian a big hug.

Grandma turned around and hugged Jing Jiaren again, she smiled and hugged back.

At this time, Jing Jiaren raised her head and found that there was another majestic man at the door of the room, with nearly white hair, big curly hair, and a beard. He was tall and burly.What didn't match was his beige undershirt and dark green overalls.

As Leng Lintian said, the two old people are very enthusiastic...

Jing Jiaren was in a daze until she sat at the dinner table to eat.

Foreigners are not happy to serve food for guests, but grandmother frequently raises the wine made by herself and clinks glasses with her.

Jing Jiaren was pregnant and could not drink alcohol, and the juice was squeezed by her grandmother herself.

It's really comforting to eat delicious hot food after traveling for so long...

Perhaps because of Ximen Longting's relationship, Jing Jiaren is now used to eating Western food.