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

The long-haired girl widened her eyes and blinked: "So you know."

"Is he really 30?" The girl with glasses leaned over and asked, "I can't tell."

"You are ignorant, you ask his height for a while, and his age for a while! Don't you know the most basic information?" The long-haired girl hit her on the head with a sketchbook, "What's wrong with 30? The bigger you are, the more attractive you are... There is a saying that a man costs 30 flowers."

"Well, I'm not saying it's bad, I also like mature ones, masculine and sexy."

"Good taste!"

Jing Jiaren packed her textbooks, it was too noisy here, she wanted to study in a quieter place.

But the long-haired girl took her arm: "Ximen Longting is my male god, no one is allowed to speak ill of him."

"..."

"You know his age, so you must be paying attention to him? Otherwise, how can you be so clear?"

"..."

"Let's talk together, what's the matter? My name is Meng Kui, what's your name?"

Jing Jiaren said as politely as possible: "I'm here to study, I don't plan to make friends."

"..."

"Also, Wen Xinnuan will be very happy, she won't divorce! You are going to be disappointed!"

After speaking, Jing Jiaren withdrew her hand, ignored the surprised gazes of the girls, walked to the seat by the window and sat down.

Sunlight poured in through the latticed glass, and her eyes were so clear that they seemed to shine into her eyes.

The beautiful profile is like the heroine in an idol drama, light and aloof.

The long-haired girl curled her lips: "I want to make friends because of her good looks. I didn't expect to be so repulsive."

"Xiaokui, let's talk, let's talk..."

In addition to the music class, Jing Jiaren also enrolled in dance classes and fashion design classes, and she has a very full schedule.

Life is all about constantly enriching yourself... If she hadn't lost her memory, she should still be learning at the age of 20.

It's a pity that I am too old to go to school now, so I have to enroll in cram school...

When she gets better, she can find a job or open a store by herself.

Jing Jiaren looked out the window, the sun was shining brightly, melting the leaves, and the greenery was abundant.

A Bentley car was parked under the big tree, and a bodyguard stood under the tree, looking at the window in a respectful gesture.

Their eyes met, and the bodyguard looked away lightly and looked elsewhere.

Jing Jiaren turned the pen in her hand, this car looked familiar.

In the past two months, every time she went out, she would see this car nearby...

Is her memory too strong?Or is there a lot of people driving this Bentley model in U City?

Jing Jiaren was a little puzzled. At this time, the commotion in the class had already subsided, and the teacher walked in with the textbook under his arm.

Jing Jiaren regained her concentration and concentrated on her class.

At the end of a class, Jing Jiaren's notebook was densely filled with red notes and blue records.

She has been a high-quality student since before, with a bright mind and a serious study.

When the gaze was sent out from the window again, the silver Bentley had disappeared...

There were some fallen leaves floating under the big tree. If it wasn't for the tracks of the fallen leaves showing that the car had stopped, she might have thought that she had misread it.

At the end of the class, Jing Jiaren went shopping in the nearby streets. Anyway, she had to go to class in the afternoon, so she didn't want to go back.

The bright mirror in the window reflects her shadow. She is obviously shopping often, but she especially enjoys this feeling of freedom, as if she has never been free.