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

Would rather punish those around her than touch her—

Is it because of the blessing of the baby?

She couldn't help stroking her upper abdomen with her hands, and she lowered her eyes and asked, "Has he not come back yet?"

"Are you asking the young master?"

"Who else but him!"

"Master is in the reception room..."

Jing Jiaren was surprised, she always thought that Ximen Longting had gone out: "What is he doing in the reception room?"

"The young master has been drinking at the reception bar in the reception room since last night."

"Always drinking?"

"Well, all the time."

Jing Jiaren frowned, she hated drunk men the most.Especially Ximen Longting, who lost his mind when he was drunk, and even lost his mind.

……

Wilson received the news and stepped forward softly: "Master, it is said that Miss Jing is looking for you."

Ximen Longting stood up resolutely, but did not look back.

After about a few minutes, I didn't hear Wilson continue to say what I wanted from him, and asked in a dull and cold voice, "What do you want from me."

"I don't know, she just asked the servant about you."

"what."

"Ask why you haven't come back? What are you doing in the reception room? Have you been drinking?"

"What else?"

"Nothing."

Ximen Longting's stiff body moved, and he got off the bar chair.Due to sitting for too long and drinking so much wine, he staggered.

Wilson hurried up to help, thinking, Jing Jiaren is still more influential, they persuaded them all night, and Ximen Longting was as if no one was there.

Jing Jiaren ate and read for a while, but her temples were so painful that she didn't sleep!

And thinking that as long as she doesn't sleep, Papa Jing and everyone in the manor will have to accompany her——

She is going to bed for a while.

At this moment, the door was suddenly smashed open by a strong force, and the smell of alcohol rushed in.

Ximen Longting's hair was messy, his deep red eyes were cold and cold, and the whites of his eyes were bloodshot, as if the redness in his pupils had spread...

Jing Jiaren immediately stood up vigilantly, her body full of silent defense: "What are you doing here?"

Wilson stood right behind him, protecting and supporting his master at all times in case his master was unsteady.

"Miss Jing, I heard that you are looking for the young master." He frowned at Jing Jiaren, hoping that she would stop messing with the young master at this time.

Jing Jiaren took a breath: "The child is yours. I swear, he is yours."

Ximen Longting's tall and strong figure was slightly moved.

Jing Jiaren immediately said: "It's wrong for me to hide from you, but you can't always implicate innocent people. Let Leng Lintian go, okay? I really have nothing to do with him."

Ximen Longting's face changed drastically in vain, as if the three words "Leng Lintian" hit his Achilles heel.

"You came to me just to beg me to let him go?"

His cold breath rushed over.

"If you have nothing to do with him, why should you care about his life!"

The angry voice was not loud, but the teacups on the table seemed to be trembling slightly.

As early as the moment he came in, the servants shrank into the corner in fright——

The usual Ximen Longting is scary enough, but today he is simply a wounded beast, as if his whole body is covered with bloody wounds, whoever dares to get close, he will recklessly tear it to shreds!

Only Jing Jiaren dared to face this terrifying aura.

"If I have a way to prove that I really have nothing to do with him, the child is yours," Jing Jiaren stared at him fixedly, "will you just let it go?"

"How can you prove it?" She would rather punish the people around her than move her at all——

Is it because of the blessing of the baby?

She couldn't help stroking her upper abdomen with her hands, and she lowered her eyes and asked, "Has he not come back yet?"

"Are you asking the young master?"

"Who else but him!"

"Master is in the reception room..."

Jing Jiaren was surprised, she always thought that Ximen Longting had gone out: "What is he doing in the reception room?"

"The young master has been drinking at the reception bar in the reception room since last night."

"Always drinking?"

"Well, all the time."

Jing Jiaren frowned, she hated drunk men the most.Especially Ximen Longting, who lost his mind when he was drunk, and even lost his mind.

……

Wilson received the news and stepped forward softly: "Master, it is said that Miss Jing is looking for you."

Ximen Longting stood up resolutely, but did not look back.

After about a few minutes, I didn't hear Wilson continue to say what I wanted from him, and asked in a dull and cold voice, "What do you want from me."

"I don't know, she just asked the servant about you."

"what."

"Ask why you haven't come back? What are you doing in the reception room? Have you been drinking?"

"What else?"

"Nothing."

Ximen Longting's stiff body moved, and he got off the bar chair.Due to sitting for too long and drinking so much wine, he staggered.

Wilson hurried up to help, thinking, Jing Jiaren is still more influential, they persuaded them all night, and Ximen Longting was as if no one was there.

Jing Jiaren ate and read for a while, but her temples were so painful that she didn't sleep!

And thinking that as long as she doesn't sleep, Papa Jing and everyone in the manor will have to accompany her——

She is going to bed for a while.

At this moment, the door was suddenly smashed open by a strong force, and the smell of alcohol rushed in.

Ximen Longting's hair was messy, his deep red eyes were cold and cold, and the whites of his eyes were bloodshot, as if the redness in his pupils had spread...

Jing Jiaren immediately stood up vigilantly, her body full of silent defense: "What are you doing here?"

Wilson stood right behind him, protecting and supporting his master at all times in case his master was unsteady.

"Miss Jing, I heard that you are looking for the young master." He frowned at Jing Jiaren, hoping that she would stop messing with the young master at this time.

Jing Jiaren took a breath: "The child is yours. I swear, he is yours."

Ximen Longting's tall and strong figure was slightly moved.

Jing Jiaren immediately said: "It's wrong for me to hide from you, but you can't always implicate innocent people. Let Leng Lintian go, okay? I really have nothing to do with him."

Ximen Longting's face changed drastically in vain, as if the three words "Leng Lintian" hit his Achilles heel.

"You came to me just to beg me to let him go?"

His cold breath rushed over.

"If you have nothing to do with him, why should you care about his life!"

The angry voice was not loud, but the teacups on the table seemed to be trembling slightly.

As early as the moment he came in, the servants shrank into the corner in fright——

The usual Ximen Longting is scary enough, but today he is simply a wounded beast, as if his whole body is covered with bloody wounds, whoever dares to get close, he will recklessly tear it to shreds!

Only Jing Jiaren dared to face this terrifying aura.

"If I have a way to prove that I really have nothing to do with him, the child is yours," Jing Jiaren stared at him fixedly, "will you just let it go?"

"How can you prove it?"