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

As the night grew darker, the street lamps came on.

Jing Jiaren walked to the gate of the fence and couldn't help turning her head. Ximen Longting was still standing there with his hands in his pockets, pulling wildly.

Wilson and the two bodyguards stood not far away with their hands behind their backs, in a respectful gesture.

Jing Jiaren smiled and walked into the yard.

The aroma of hot food wafts through the room, and it feels so good to be home anytime.

The home Jing Jiaren wants is a small house in a clean and beautiful town, but everything is available, and she has to decorate every item herself.That's how you feel at home.

The life of her grandmother and grandfather was what she longed for.

Changing slippers at the entrance, I heard my grandmother holding the receiver and saying, "Elizabeth, you came back just in time, your phone."

Jing Jiaren looked at the clock, the time was just right.

Jing Jiaren walked over to pick up the receiver, answered a few times, and wanted to talk to Leng Lintian over there.

"Please wait a moment, he is resting upstairs."

Jing Jiaren walked upstairs in soft slippers, and her grandmother yelled, "Aron, is he coming down for dinner? If he doesn't feel well, I'll take him upstairs."

"Okay," Jing Jiaren smiled, her eyes crooked, "thank you, grandma."

The bedroom was dark with no lights on.

The evening glow comes in through the window...

Seeing the raised quilt, Jing Jiaren turned on the desk lamp: "Leng Lintian, are you sleeping?"

Leng Lintian's back was facing the door of the room, his back was lonely and indifferent.

Jing Jiaren pushed his shoulder, but there was no answer. She turned to the other side and saw Leng Lintian's opened eyes.

The black eyes are like two magnetic swirls...

"Aren't you asleep?" Jing Jiaren handed him the yellow receiver, "Answer the phone. Master Ximen."

Leng Lintian still didn't move until Jing Jiaren put the receiver to his ear: "Speak?"

"..."

"Leng Lintian, talk!"

Leng Lintian suddenly raised his eyelashes and stared straight at her: "What are you talking about? Wife, did you enjoy shopping in the supermarket?"

His voice is so weird.

Jing Jiaren took back the receiver: "Have you heard his voice? Satisfied? He is sick. I hope you will tell Master Ximen not to check so frequently..."

After hanging up the phone, Jing Jiaren frowned and said, "Grandma asked you to go down for dinner."

Leng Lintian didn't speak, but kept staring at her with straight eyes.

"If you're not feeling well, I'll have my grandmother bring the food?"

Leng Lintian still didn't speak.

Jing Jiaren was stunned by his gaze, and reached out to touch his forehead: "It's much better..."

When his hand was about to withdraw, he was caught in his palm.

"Wife..." His voice was a little hot.

"Ok?"

"I want to drink water."

"Okay, the patient is the biggest, I'll pour water for you." Jing Jiaren pulled her hand from his palm and got up to pour water.

Leng Lintian looked at his empty palm and purple lips, evoking a cold and evil smile.

"It was agreed to pretend to be a wife for a few days..." Leng Lintian murmured, "But I didn't feel the warmth of being a husband at all, so he couldn't wait to destroy it!"

Jing Jiaren paused while pouring water.

"People really can't have expectations," he said aloofly. "Without hope, there is no disappointment."

He is so looking forward to the itinerary of these few days, to have good memories with her...

Even if you can't get her, it's good to make a good memory to remember.