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

Jing Jiaren hated his prickly beard, his chin was pierced so uncomfortable.

This kiss made her thirsty...

And Ximen Longting was not only thirsty, but the constant sound from his stomach reminded him that he hadn't eaten anything except wine in the past three days.

There was another long sound, she pushed his face forcefully, and finally pushed him away.

"Your stomach is growling."

"I'm hungry."

"Go and eat when you're hungry!"

Ximen Longting hugged her, reluctant to let go: "Come with me."

"You are not a three-year-old child, you need someone to accompany you when you eat!"

"I'll accompany you."

"I'm not hungry, hey, what are you doing..."

Has this bastard man committed the bad habit of picking her up every now and then?

He directly picked her up horizontally, kicked open the bedroom door, and walked into the elevator.

All the way down to the restaurant on the first floor, he suddenly remembered something, carried her into the dessert room, and opened the glass locker.

Putting her on the ground, he took out a plate of snacks from it.

Opening the lid, Jing Jiaren was stunned when she saw the black baked handmade cookies on the plate: "Didn't I make this? Why are they here?"

A few days ago, she was not allowed to go out anywhere, and she had nothing to do in the manor. She saw that biscuits were easy to make in a magazine, and she suddenly wanted to try it.

It turned out that she really didn't have the talent in cooking, and the results were so bad that she took a few bites and felt like a piece of wood.

Not only the quality is different, but the taste is also bad——

So dejectedly let the servant clean up and throw it away.

"Since you made it, how can you throw it away?"

Since her every move is under the surveillance of Ximen Longting, and she made biscuits, he naturally knows about it.

So the biscuits were kept and put in a locker with a preservation function.

"Why did you learn to make biscuits?" He suddenly asked.

"What why? Just do it." Need a reason?

Ximen Longting smiled in bewilderment, with a little expectation: "Because of me?" He once asked her to learn how to cook.

Jing Jiaren ruthlessly shattered his fantasy: "You think too much, I'm just bored to try my hand."

"It's okay, I'll just treat it as if you made it for me." He picked up a piece and was about to eat it.

"Wait, this is hard, you can't eat it at all..." This is her failure!

Ximen Longting smiled: "Don't worry, my chewing function is very good."

"..." Jing Jiaren, "I won't worry about you, just don't rely on me if you get sick from eating."

Anyway, it's his body, it's none of her business if he wants to eat it.

Ximen Longting put the biscuit into his mouth, bit it down, frowned, and chewed hard.

Jing Jiaren sneered and asked, "How about it, isn't it crunchy?"

"..."

Ximen Longting obviously had some difficulty eating that piece: "What kind of taste is this?"

"It was supposed to be chocolate milk flavored, but the taste I made is just... I followed the ingredients in the recipe, and the order of processing was correct..."

Ximen Longting picked up another piece: "The taste of each piece is different."

"This piece is more unpalatable?"

"Taste better."

Jing Jiaren didn't believe it would be delicious... just looking at it would make people lose their appetite.

Ximen Longting's black eyes sparkled: "Just like your taste...every bite is different and unique."

Jing Jiaren could not agree and said, "Thank you, my taste is not that bad!"

"No matter how unpalatable it is, you made it." Jing Jiaren hated his prickly beard, and it hurt her chin to be pricked.

This kiss made her thirsty...

And Ximen Longting was not only thirsty, but the constant sound from his stomach reminded him that he hadn't eaten anything except wine in the past three days.

There was another long sound, she pushed his face forcefully, and finally pushed him away.

"Your stomach is growling."

"I'm hungry."

"Go and eat when you're hungry!"

Ximen Longting hugged her, reluctant to let go: "Come with me."

"You are not a three-year-old child, you need someone to accompany you when you eat!"

"I'll accompany you."

"I'm not hungry, hey, what are you doing..."

Has this bastard man committed the bad habit of picking her up every now and then?

He directly picked her up horizontally, kicked open the bedroom door, and walked into the elevator.

All the way down to the restaurant on the first floor, he suddenly remembered something, carried her into the dessert room, and opened the glass locker.

Putting her on the ground, he took out a plate of snacks from it.

Opening the lid, Jing Jiaren was stunned when she saw the black baked handmade cookies on the plate: "Didn't I make this? Why are they here?"

A few days ago, she was not allowed to go out anywhere, and she had nothing to do in the manor. She saw that biscuits were easy to make in a magazine, and she suddenly wanted to try it.

It turned out that she really didn't have the talent in cooking, and the results were so bad that she took a few bites and felt like a piece of wood.

Not only the quality is different, but the taste is also bad——

So dejectedly let the servant clean up and throw it away.

"Since you made it, how can you throw it away?"

Since her every move is under the surveillance of Ximen Longting, and she made biscuits, he naturally knows about it.

So the biscuits were kept and put in a locker with a preservation function.

"Why did you learn to make biscuits?" He suddenly asked.

"What why? Just do it." Need a reason?

Ximen Longting smiled in bewilderment, with a little expectation: "Because of me?" He once asked her to learn how to cook.

Jing Jiaren ruthlessly shattered his fantasy: "You think too much, I'm just bored to try my hand."

"It's okay, I'll just treat it as if you made it for me." He picked up a piece and was about to eat it.

"Wait, this is hard, you can't eat it at all..." This is her failure!

Ximen Longting smiled: "Don't worry, my chewing function is very good."

"..." Jing Jiaren, "I won't worry about you, just don't rely on me if you get sick from eating."

Anyway, it's his body, it's none of her business if he wants to eat it.

Ximen Longting put the biscuit into his mouth, bit it down, frowned, and chewed hard.

Jing Jiaren sneered and asked, "How about it, isn't it crunchy?"

"..."

Ximen Longting obviously had some difficulty eating that piece: "What kind of taste is this?"

"It was supposed to be chocolate milk flavored, but the taste I made is just... I followed the ingredients in the recipe, and the order of processing was correct..."

Ximen Longting picked up another piece: "The taste of each piece is different."

"This piece is more unpalatable?"

"Taste better."

Jing Jiaren didn't believe it would be delicious... just looking at it would make people lose their appetite.

Ximen Longting's black eyes sparkled: "Just like your taste...every bite is different and unique."

Jing Jiaren could not agree and said, "Thank you, my taste is not that bad!"

"No matter how unpalatable it is, you made it."