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

"I discovered it myself." Jing Jiaren rescued Wilson and asked the servant to put the food on the coffee table, "Come here, eat."

Ximen Longting just stood there motionless.

Jing Jiaren ordered forcefully: "If you don't come over yet, why don't you wait until I go over to invite you?"

After imitating his strength, I finally realized that in fact, Ximen Longting has always been the dominator of the family. He has an innate strength and kingly spirit...

He listened to her only because he petted her.

Jing Jiaren saw that his figure was still standing still: "You don't listen to what I say, do you?"

"..."

"Now my memory is stagnant, and you are so grumpy. When my memory really goes backwards, what will happen to you?" Jing Jiaren looked directly at him.How sad it was for her to see Ximen Longting like this.

She held back her emotions and showed him the most optimistic side, for fear that both of them would be negative...

Ximen Longting finally moved slightly, walked to the sofa, and sat down.

Wilson came over immediately and handed over the towel: "Young Mistress."

Jing Jiaren took the towel and carefully wiped off the sweat on Ximen Longting's body...

He looked at his hand again, it was bloody and covered in sand.

He drank again, the strong smell of alcohol on his body could not be dispelled.

"I'll feed you first, and then bandage your hands."

Ximen Longting's red pupils constricted, stinging her eyes.

Jing Jiaren took a bite with chopsticks and fed him, and he ate it patiently.

Jing Jiaren smiled and narrowed her eyes: "You're so good."

Ximen Longting chewed the food mechanically, it was like jue wax.

Jing Jiaren felt uncomfortable watching him eat: "No matter what happens to me in the future, STAR and SUN, you have to take good care of them. Be a good father."

"..."

"Look at you, you're like a child...you can only sulk at yourself." Jing Jiaren wiped the corner of his mouth with a tissue, "I'm very worried about you."

"..."

"What should I do to make you happy? How can I make you not angry?"

"..."

"Ximen Longting, I hope you are happy... If I were by your side, you would be so unhappy..."

Jing Jiaren stared at his face tightly, her throat seemed to be choked, and she couldn't speak.

She had to concentrate on feeding him, and the whole plate of spaghetti was stuffed into his mouth...

He also treated the wound with his own hands and wrapped a bandage.

Before leaving, Jing Jiaren ordered Wilson to bring a sharp knife, and she cut all the sandbags on the spot.

There was no way to stop Ximen Longting, so he had no choice but to do so.

"Ximen Longting, I'm leaving... You have to take good care of yourself and don't worry me."

Jing Jiaren leaned down and kissed him on the forehead.

Ximen Longting leaned sternly on the back of the sofa, staring at the scratched sandbag for a long time...and landed on the empty plate again.

His eyes are out of focus, and he has been drinking too much these days, and his mind is empty.

Not long after, the servant brought hangover soup.

He only took a few sips when he heard Jing Jiaren's order before leaving.

Immediately felt something was wrong, before leaving?

"Master," Wilson said boldly, "Young Mistress will be the saddest if you continue to be so negative."

"..."

"Your emotions have directly affected the whole family. At this time, you should stand up and stand upright."

Ximen Longting's pupils shrank, and he pressed his painful temple: "You want to teach me a lesson?"

Wilson hung his head.

"Where did she go!?"

"Young Mistress is out of town..."