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

"So, the next stop is China." Jing Jiaren brought a book and fanned it gently, helping the medicine on his back to dry up sooner.

Ximen Longting closed the album: "Do you want to take him with you?"

"It's not a question of whether I want it or not. You know that Master Ximen will check it at any time...Of course, I'm asking for your opinion now."

"..."

"Also, Ji Zihan, you will always be with you, right?" Jing Jiaren narrowed her eyes with a smile, "The four of you are together, be a companion."

Ximen Longting's sullen eyes flashed, but he didn't say anything.

"Of course, before going, do you think Ji Zihan should recognize her grandmother, or do a paternity test?"

"It's very troublesome to recognize each other."

"Ok?"

"The old man has been hiding this secret for a reason." Ximen Longting thought deeply.

"Well, you're right..." Besides, if grandma knew that Ji Zihan was her granddaughter, she would try her best to stay and get together, which would waste a lot of time.

There was a slight noise from the door, and then it was opened, and Leng Lintian walked in.

Jing Jiaren immediately packed up everything and put it in a box: "I made it clear to him that we plan not to inform grandma."

Leng Lintian didn't speak, just walked over and handed her a palm-sized plastic wrap.

It contained human hair and nails.

"So you just went to grandma's place?" Jing Jiaren took it over and said happily, "You're really well prepared."

Leng Lintian did not speak, but glanced at Ximen Longting coolly, sat down on the bed, took off his shoes and lay down against the head of the bed.

He didn't think of Ximen Longting at all, so he picked up a book and flipped through it casually.

Although Leng Lintian didn't do anything, the atmosphere cooled down in vain.

Jing Jiaren handed him the plastic wrap: "Would you let Wilson identify it overnight?"

Ximen Boss was displeased: "Same night?"

"Aren't you rich, rich and powerful President Ximen, there is nothing you can't handle."

Ximen Long's face turned cold: "You drive me away?"

"Are you going to stay here tonight?"

"..."

"Ximen, you can also see how small this sofa is. I can hardly sleep alone." Jing Jiaren tugged at his arm.

Ximen Longting has enough to rely on, so he just won't leave.

Next, Jing Jiaren felt that the air was suffocating, and the three of them were silent in one space.

It was inconvenient for Jing Jiaren to say anything, Ximen Longting's face was gloomy, and Leng Lintian's voice of turning the pages of the book was very clear.

"I don't know current affairs." Ximen Longting let out a wild voice.

The cell phone on the coffee table just rang.

Jing Jiaren seemed to be pardoned: "It should be Wilson who brought you clothes, answer the phone."

"..."

"Ximen Longting, accept!"

Seeing that Ximen Longting was indifferent, Jing Jiaren had no choice but to pick it up, and answered on the phone without authorization, then closed the phone and said: "Your sincere subordinate has delivered the clothes, and he will wait for you outside the villa. I said you will go down immediately? "

Ximen Longting shot his sharp eyes: "You just want me to go!"

"It's only for one night... come to me tomorrow morning." After a pause, Jing Jiaren said, "The appraisal will only take five or six hours, right?"

"Ah."

"Then you come to me tomorrow morning with the results."

Jing Jiaren stood at the window and watched the man crawl out of the window wrapped in a towel: "Be careful."

Ximen Longting leaned over, grabbed the back of her head, and kissed her hard on the forehead.