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

"No, let's eat your fruit." Jing Jiaren picked up a heart-shaped apple with a fork and put it in his mouth.

The old man Ximen Longting raised his eyebrows, and said while chewing: "Don't be in the blessing and not know the blessing."

"Even an apple can't stop your mouth? Another piece of watermelon..."

"..."

Jing Jiaren stuffed Ximen Longting's mouth piece by piece, seeing that he was full of sullenness and unable to explode... The corners of his mouth hooked.

He is very possessive, but he has nothing to do with her.

She has plenty of "means" to deal with him.

Leng Lintian got up suddenly: "I can't take it anymore, if you want to show your affection, you'd better find a place where no one is around."

Jing Jiaren: "..."

"It's nerve-wracking for you to be so casually affectionate."

He spoke in a frivolous tone, but his back turned and left with a lonely look.

At this moment Wilson came over: "Young master, I just called over there and said that I have tried all your methods, but Mr. Ji just bit him to death and didn't say anything."

"Bite to death—won't you say it?" Ximen Longting stood up coldly, "I'll go to the meeting in person."

Jing Jiaren grabbed the corner of his clothes: "Don't go too far."

"I have my measure."

His lips with the aroma of fruit made a mark on her forehead.

"I'll be back soon and let the servant stew the tonic, remember to drink it later."

"Ah."

Looking at the back of Ximen Longting striding away with Wilson, Jing Jiaren looked at Leng Lintian who was still not far away: "Master Leng, are you leaving now?"

Leng Lintian's footsteps stopped.

"If it's convenient, talk to me."

Leng Lintian looked at her slightly sideways, with one hand in his trouser pocket, with an unpredictable expression on his face.

Jing Jiaren got up and walked over: "Since you started the conversation, finish it. Is there any way to get Ji Ziang to speak?"

"You're asking for my help?" he asked confirmingly.

"Well, do you want to help?"

"As long as you need, anytime—"

Jing Jiaren pursed her lips: "Leng Lintian, thank you."

"Don't thank me so fast, I promised to help you, so what do you have to do for me?" Leng Lintian's eyes gleamed, "I owe you all the time, and you feel uneasy? Why don't you do something for me."

"what do you want to do?"

"My hair feels itchy... why don't you wash my hair for me."

"..." Jing Jiaren immediately looked serious, "Your hair is still wet, you just washed it."

"I want to wash again, can't I?"

"Leng Lintian, this is meaningless!"

Leng Lintian scoffed: "It's so simple, you also refuse?"

"It's not a matter of simplicity...it's my principle." Jing Jiaren turned her face away, "We can only keep a distance between friends, and I won't do anything that crosses that line."

"It's a friend, can't you wash my hair?"

"It's a friend. Which friend do you see washing the other person's hair?"

Leng Lintian sighed: "It seems that there is no chance in your lifetime. If your conscience condemns one day... you suddenly think of me, and you suddenly feel that you still owe me something. Remember what I said today."

His tone was abyss, a tone of saying goodbye in the future...

Jing Jiaren didn't feel very comfortable listening to it, why did she have such a bad feeling?

"what do you want to say in the end?"

"It's nothing," he said sternly, "As far as I know, Ji Ziang cares about family affection very much. He was very fond of Ji Zihan since he was a child. His previous weakness was his younger sister."