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

Until the evening, Ximen Longting locked himself in the study and could not come out.

Jing Jiaren went to knock on the door in person, but she didn't show any face...

"Ximen Longting, if you don't open the door, I'll let someone knock in the door?"

Jing Jiaren's cold eyes threatened.

Finally, I heard footsteps inside, and it was Wilson who opened the door.

He quickly turned the lock, and then closed the door and came out: "Miss Jing, you should give the young master some space to calm down."

She was clearly the one who was sick, but why Ximen Longting still...

"How long will he stay calm? What's going on with me, can't I say?"

Wilson shook his head: "What's the use of telling you."

What do you mean?

"To say it means not to say it."

"Are you telling me I can't help?"

"No..." Wilson sighed, with a complicated and weird expression, "Miss Jing will understand tomorrow."

It was mysterious, and the more it was like this, the more disturbed Jing Jiaren became. She felt like she was waiting for Ling Chi to be executed, and it would be more refreshing to chop her off with a single knife.

Jing Jiaren knocked on the door again, she had run out of words, and there was dead silence inside.

The more Jing Jiaren thought about it, the more uneasy she became, and she asked the servant to take the key to open the door, only to find that it was locked upside down and could not be opened at all.

……

There was a strong smell of alcohol in the study.

The lights were not turned on, only the fluorescent light of the computer was on, and a silent figure was plunged into the darkness, with only a side face being drawn out by the light.

Jing Jiaren jumped off the terrace and smashed a flower pot.

She got some dirt on her skirt and patted it.

Still easy after giving birth and light in hand.

Jing Jiaren tried to push the door, but it was not locked upside down, so she pushed it open carefully...

Suddenly her wrist was grasped, and she twisted it forcefully, a male hot breath came out with a strong smell of alcohol.

Jing Jiaren's hand pained, and she shouted, "Ximen Longting, it's me!"

The hand immediately relaxed slightly.

"It's so late, you don't eat dinner, shut yourself in the room, and don't turn on the lights!" Jing Jiaren asked scoldingly, "It smells so strong, are you still drinking?"

"..."

"Haven't you quit drinking?"

Ximen Longting seldom drinks and smokes anymore - of course the usual red wine and champagne are not counted.

Some strong alcohol is very harmful to the body. At Jing Jiaren's request, he no longer touches it.

Judging from the concentration of this wine, Ximen Longting drank a lot!

"Let go, I'll turn on the light!" Jing Jiaren shook her hand vigorously.

Ximen Longting's big palm was wet, but she let her shake off his palm, and Jing Jiaren fumbled for the light on the balcony to turn on.

Ximen Longting stood tall, his eyes fixed on her, and he didn't ask furiously as usual——

how did you climb upThis is the third floor, do you know how dangerous it is?Who is responsible?

Damn woman, you just don't let me worry.

……

He stared at her with a pair of well-known eyes, and his eye sockets seemed to be a little red.

Jing Jiaren swallowed all the words of reproach that came out of her mouth in an instant: "I... climbed the stairs."

"..."

She explained softly: "You shut yourself up and don't eat, I'm afraid you won't think about it..."

This move was "taught" by Ximen Longting to her.

"You can't stop me from wanting to see you, just like I couldn't stop you back then."

She refused to see him, so he tried his best to see her.

Jing Jiaren stared at him: "Speak?"

Ximen Longting raised his hand, stroking her face with his slender hand, his eyes were dazed.