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

Jing Jiaren had already got up and walked forward, but she didn't hear his words.

Leng Lintian held the fork and put the beef into his mouth gracefully, but he could no longer eat the delicious food.

He stared at the seat opposite, "That guy, really happy."

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How did Ximen Longting's legs grow so long that he could walk so fast.

When Jing Jiaren walked out of the restaurant, she was nowhere to be seen...

She was pregnant, so she couldn't run, so she had to go upstairs slowly.

I felt a little uneasy, I haven't seen such a sullen expression on Ximen Longting's face for a long time.

Seeing Wilson at the door of the master bedroom, Jing Jia felt relieved, as long as Ximen Longting didn't run away in anger, everything would be fine.

"What's up with him?"

"Master just now..." Wilson had a complex expression, "I'm very frustrated."

"Why are you frustrated?"

"You should ask the young master." Wilson opened the door for her.

Ximen Longting sat on the sofa with his face on, holding a laptop in his hand, and put his long legs on the sofa without taking off his shoes.

Jing Jiaren closed the door: "Who made our big boss unhappy? I'll teach him a lesson for you."

"..."

"Hey, be careful. Didn't you ask the servant to stew the tonic for me? It happened that Leng Lintian hadn't eaten, so we were in the restaurant together."

Ximen Longting pressed the keyboard vigorously with his fingers, ignoring her.

The action of pressing the button was fast and ruthless, as if venting something.

Jing Jiaren walked over, pulled off his leather shoes forcefully, and threw them on the ground.

"Tell me, what's the matter. If you don't talk anymore, I'll take off your socks and put them on your face."

"..."

Jing Jiaren did what she said, she really took off his two socks and dangled them in front of him.

There were two socks swinging in Ximen Longting's sight, he stretched out his hand to open them suddenly: "Jing Jiaren, are you bored!?"

"I have something more boring." Jing Jiaren put two socks on her hands and covered his face.

Ximen Longting's face was dark and dark: "You dirty woman! Get away!"

"Isn't this provoking you to talk to me? Do you think I'm willing to touch your dirty socks?"

Ximen Longting put aside the computer and immediately got up to go to the bathroom.

Bare feet and no shoes, it's really unbearable...but the carpet is clean enough.

Jing Jiaren also threw off her dirty socks, and followed her pretendingly: "Boss Ximen? Handsome Ximen? Ximen Se~Wolf? Jing Longting?"

Ximen Longting simply regarded her as a lump of air, wiped her face with a towel, and her red eyes were full of depression.

"I can understand that you were jealous before, but now it's all like this, what do you really want?"

Ximen Longting clenched the towel tightly: "Did I say I was jealous?"

"What is that for?"

"You ask him for help."

"..."

"In your eyes, I'm not as good as Leng Lintian!" He slammed the towel on the sink, turned around and walked back.

Jing Jiaren washed her hands, and quickly followed her out: "Who said I went to him for help..."

"How dare you say no!?"

Jing Jiaren's mouth moved, she did indeed find...

Originally, he wanted to hide it from Ximen Longting, but after asking Leng Lintian for a solution, he said that she thought of it.

"Ximen Longting, I also want to shorten the time and make it smoother." Jing Jiaren sat back beside him, "Don't be angry with me anymore."

"I have the right to be angry with you?" His handsome face was tense, mockingly, "I'm angry with myself!"