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

"I don't think about it... I definitely don't think about it..."

Jing Jiaren's sly smile aroused Ximen Longting's dissatisfaction.

He pinched her chin and asked gently, "Does your stomach still hurt?"

"Well... if you don't get angry, it doesn't hurt..."

Leng Lintian sat on the opposite sofa with his long legs on the chair, watching the loving couple.

Even if they don't talk about love, the eyes they look at each other are twisted, and there is no other person...

He turned his face sideways and looked out of the window. The scenery passed by quickly, and his side face floated in the light and shadow.

Extremely handsome, it makes people obsessed.

Ji Zihan looked at him silently, such a man, what kind of woman does he want, why is it Jing Jia?

Why is it that what all women desire the most, Jing Jiaren doesn't even need to reach out to pick it up, it will automatically fall into her hands.

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The meal that night was cooked by Jing Jiaren herself.

In order to avoid the problem of earning food, she deliberately divided it into five portions. She and Ji Zihan had the same portion, while Ximen Longting, Leng Lintian, and Wilson had the same portion.

Even so, when Ximen Longting saw his share, he glanced at Leng Lintian again, and his face became displeased.

"Why, what I gave you are all the same, even the ingredients are the same."

Let's see what he has to say.

"Eggs are a circle bigger."

"..." Jing Jiaren said, "Then you should blame that hen for not laying eggs that are all the same size."

"Jing Jiaren, how dare you talk back," Ximen Longting said with a dark face, "It's clear that you left him the big egg."

"Then why don't you say, the meat I gave you should be cut into larger pieces..." Jing Jiaren pointed, she couldn't cut the meat evenly?

"..."

"If you are still not satisfied, then you two can change one."

Ximen Longting directly picked up the fork, and slammed it into the meat: "I agree?"

"Since the distribution is even and there is no dispute, well, let's start our dinner." Jing Jiaren sat down, "Wilson, pour champagne for them...I am pregnant and drink juice."

There was a checkered tablecloth on the small table, a bouquet of flowers, and three candles.

The window is open, the stars are everywhere, and the breeze gently blows the curtains.

Wilson took out the sober champagne from the ice bucket, filled the goblets of the two young masters, and filled up Ji Zihan.

"Wilson, fill yourself up. Sit down and eat together." Jing Jiaren smiled and raised the cup first, "Cheers to our last meal."

Leng Lintian toasted wantonly, bang.

Then came Ji Zihan...

Ximen Longting was extremely reluctant, and raised his glass under Jing Jiaren's gaze.

"Wilson, you are the only one missing."

Wilson didn't want to spoil the atmosphere, so he was busy serving champagne, and five goblets collided.

"How about something to celebrate?" Jing Jiaren smiled, "Just toast to our friendship along the way, okay?"

Ximen Longting brought the champagne to his lips and took a sip slowly.

Where did the friendship come from? Who is Leng Lintian friends with?

Jing Jiaren seemed to know what he was thinking: "You have all kissed before, are you still friends?"

Ximen Longting frowned, choked on the champagne and said, "Jing Jiaren!"

It was already midnight when the station wagon arrived at the town with the nearest airport to Vilna.

It is unavoidable to fly back home.

Before Jing Jiaren boarded the plane, Ximen Longting gave her a dose of nutritional injections to build up her body's resistance.