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

Jing Jiaren sat on a chair, flipping through the diary Sun gave her.

The handwriting was crooked, and if Sun hadn't read it to her on the first night, it would have been difficult for her to recognize it or understand the meaning expressed.

Ximen Longting was beaten 40 boards, is his butt blooming...

Jing Jiaren opened it to take a look if she had nothing to do.

He couldn't even get out of bed in those few days, was he being taken care of by his son?

Thinking of SUN feeding Ximen Longting, washing his hair, and taking care of him to dress, I felt all kinds of incredible emotions in my heart.

Ximen Longting, he has no news at all right now!

I don't know how he was injured, whether it was serious...why was he injured?

Jing Jiaren rubbed her forehead, trying her best to relieve the pressure in her heart, so that she would not be afraid that her paranoia would relapse again.

"Are you worried about Ximen Longting's safety?"

A lazy voice sounded.

Jing Jiaren raised her head impressively, and Leng Lintian, who had disappeared for a few days, suddenly appeared at the door with extremely deep eyes.

"How do you know?" Jing Jiaren frowned and asked, "Have you heard about him?"

He strode over, took out a gift box and handed it to her.

"What's this?"

"Gift box," he squatted down halfway, keeping his eyes level with her, "won't you know when you open it?"

"No, I don't need anything, I don't need gifts."

"..."

"And it's not a holiday, it's strange that you suddenly gave me something." Jing Jiaren looked away, unnaturally embarrassed.

Leng Lintian magnetic voice: "Memorial gift for acquaintance? Think about it, I haven't given you anything yet."

"..." Jing Jiaren said forcefully, "Thank you, I really don't need it."

"If I remember correctly, your birthday will be half a month away?"

Jing Jiaren flipped through the diary to divert her attention, instead of looking at the presents.

Leng Lintian stood up, with a shy smile on his face: "I'm leaving."

Jing Jiaren's fingers tightened suddenly.

"You don't accept the farewell gift?"

"Where are you going?"

"If you stay at 13 Oaks, Master Ximen won't make any more demands on us," Leng Lintian said indifferently, "If I stay here, it's an eyesore to you? So, I, an eyesore, have to leave."

Jing Jiaren's heart twitched, and she said uncomfortably, "I don't think you are an eyesore!"

"I don't even want to look straight at me, am I not an eyesore?"

Jing Jiaren took a deep breath: "Who do you think I am? I need you when I use you, and kick me away when I don't need you?"

"You're really ignoring me..."

That's because Leng Lintian's identity is so embarrassing, what else can she do other than ignore him?

"Jing Jiaren, the way I can help you ends here..."

Jing Jiaren finally looked up at him, and asked suspiciously, "What's wrong with you?"

Leng Lintian's face was extremely haggard, and there was a stern light in his black eyes.

Jing Jiaren frowned tightly, feeling that something was wrong with him...

When Leng Lintian spoke again, the smell of alcohol rushed towards him, and this time Jing Jiaren smelled it.

"you've been drinking?"

"I drank a lot, but I'm damn rational." He locked her eyebrows deeply, "I'm really good at drinking."

"Aren't you going to get drunk these days!?"

"Otherwise?" Leng Lintian put his hand on the armrest of her chair, and leaned over, evil and dangerous.

As he got closer, the smell of alcohol on his body surrounded her more obviously, forcing her...

"You're drunk, get out now...I don't want to talk to a drunk!"