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

Ximen Longting hugged her tightly, his chin hit her shoulder, his forehead was hot, but his body was still cold.

Jing Jiaren's heart was filled with sore pain, and she held his hand and rubbed it back and forth. Seeing the wound on his hand, she felt as if it hurt her own heart.

Jing Jiaren couldn't get out of his embrace. After thinking for a while, she took off the lace ribbon in her hair and wrapped it around his wrist...

The pink lace was tied with a bow at the end, as if wrapping his hand into a gift.

Jing Jiaren kissed his palm.

Although this is useless, at least it can isolate his hand, so that he doesn't keep touching other places with the wound.

"Ximen Longting, what kind of person are you..."

She stared at his sleeping face with raised eyebrows.

"How many women have you had before?"

"Are you sincere to me...or is it just because I look like the woman in the pocket watch?"

Jing Jiaren murmured, but got no response.He knew that she had always cared about the pocket watch, but he didn't give her a satisfactory answer.

The car stopped suddenly, and Wilson knocked on the door:

"Miss Jing, we're here."

Ximen Longting was helped out of the car by several bodyguards, and finally moved the young master's arms around Jing Jiaren.

She also got out of the car and watched as Ximen Longting was sent into the mansion...

"Miss Jing, why don't you go in and sit down?" Wilson issued an invitation.

Jing Jiaren shook her head: "I'm going home, you can find a doctor for him... Also, remember to take care of the injury on his hand."

Wilson replied: "Don't worry about this, I have arranged for a doctor to wait at home."

"..."

"Miss Jing is so worried about the young master, why didn't she stay with him?"

Jing Jiaren's lips were tightly closed, and her eyes fell on the figure standing in front of the windowsill staring at her in the western-style building next door.

"No, it's not convenient for me to go in." And she also wanted to go back and prepare for the evening date.

Is it a date?If she agrees to be his girlfriend, it will be their first date.

……

The TV was turned on in the living room, Leng Lintian was sitting on the sofa with a lazy posture, but the remote control in his hand was beating frequently...

"No class in the afternoon?"

Jing Jiaren put on the soft mop, and walked upstairs as if she didn't hear it.

In her world, has he become air after being successful?

Jing Jiaren closed the door, took out the box of chocolates from her pocket, opened it, took out a piece and tasted it in her mouth.

Meifeng immediately frowned slightly.

What does it smell like?Did he misplace something?

Jing Jiaren resisted the urge to spit it out and forced herself to swallow it.If she had doubted that this box of chocolates was bought before, now she is convinced that Ximen Longting made it...

The chocolate on the outside will not be so bad.

This is the first time for Ximen Longting to make chocolate bar. Imagine a big man making love chocolate?

And isn't he sick with a low fever? Under such circumstances, it is inevitable to add the wrong things to make chocolate?

What is she going to wear to the opera tonight?

Jing Jiaren put down the chocolate box, opened the closet and picked out the skirts, holding them on her chest and gesticulating one by one.

What color does he like?What style do you like?Sexy?Pure?still……

The door was suddenly opened, and Leng Lintian stood at the door, looking at the skirt she was holding in her hand, and there was a pile of it on the bed.