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

Just as Jing Jiaren was about to stand up, his shoulders were held down by him. She struggled, but her waist was clasped again.

"let me go!"

"Going in a hurry proves that you have a guilty conscience."

"Why am I guilty? Don't touch me, your dirty hands!" Jing Jiaren punched him hard on the shoulder.

Ximen Longting withdrew his hand: "Okay, I won't touch you. If you run out of this door now, it will prove that you love me."

Jing Jiaren ran a few steps, and the bastard's scumbag logic started again.

What wearing a short skirt is to want to have sex with him~love, and wearing hair is to want to kiss him.

As a result, when she saw her long hair hanging loose after taking a shower, she couldn't help but think of the wicked way he said those words.

Ximen Longting stared at her back: "I want an explanation, and you can leave after I finish."

"What explanation?"

"Why did you draw me in class?"

"..."

"If you don't have me in your heart, how can you draw my face. Classmate Jing, it's not that shy to admit that you like a teacher." Ximen Longting forced in a calm voice.

"Explain that I brought it, on the sofa, sketchbook, you find it yourself!"

Only then did Ximen Longting see a pile of gift boxes...

"This is all from you? You really have admired me for a long time."

"No!" Jing Jiaren was about to collapse, "I want you to read the sketchbook, are you deaf?"

She roared in every word, completely different from her usual calmness...

He just couldn't bear her indifference and alienation, and looked at him with a cold expression. No matter what he said, she responded with sarcasm.

He was so happy to see her emotions.

Ximen Longting patiently found the sketchbook from a pile of gifts, and saw himself drawn in a mess.

Jing Jiaren turned around and stared at him coldly: "Teacher Ximen, are you satisfied with my explanation?"

"..."

"What you saw this morning was my unfinished painting. Now, it's you that I really want to paint in my heart."

Ugly his image?

"I don't like your egomaniac the most." Jing Jiaren said emphatically and nodded, not sure if she was affirming her own words or trying to convince Ximen Longting.

Ximen Boss pursed his lips ruthlessly, and picked up a gift box: "Even the presents have been delivered, and you still quibble."

"Those were not sent by me... they were sent by those little girls who were stopped at the door by your bodyguards..."

The only smile left on the corner of Ximen Longting's mouth also disappeared.

I knew this woman would not give him a gift...

"If you don't believe me, you can open the gift box and have a look." Jing Jiaren calmed down and said critically, "It is said that the gift contains the photos, names and contact information of those girls. Why don't you see if you like it?"

"..."

"But I don't think you're interested in these little girls... At least it's someone else's wish. Isn't it too immoral to throw them in the trash can? If you don't want to disappoint them, don't give them hope. "

When did he ever give anyone hope?

Ximen Longting's red pupils locked tightly on her, and the corners of his mouth parted again: "I listen to you, why are you so sour?"

"..."

"Are you jealous?"

Jing Jiaren's fingers suddenly clenched a little bit, joking, she would be jealous! ?

"You handed them gifts... just to see how I deal with it. Throwing it into the trash can is what you like?" Ximen Longting deliberately provoked her.