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

Jing Jiaren didn't think that she was very accomplished, just watched the video once, as if she knew it herself.

She puts salt and materials according to her own estimation...

I thought it would be terrible to make it for the first time, but who knew that the hue and taste were very good.

The poached egg is heart-shaped, and the rice ball is pressed into a bunny with a mold...

Jing Jiaren took out the lunch box and arranged the food layer by layer.

From the beginning to the end, Leng Lintian leaned on the back of the chair, staring at her intently.

Jing Jiaren's materials are too much to fit in the bento, and she is thinking of getting rid of her.

"Leave it to me." Three faint words sounded.

Jing Jiaren was surprised.

"I've never eaten something you cook with such care..." He squinted his eyes and said with self-mockery, "Sharing happiness?"

"Leng Lintian, this is what I made for other men, can you eat it?"

"why not?"

"..." Just thinking about it hurts.

Regardless of her intentions, Jing Jiaren packed the remaining ingredients in fresh-keeping bags and prepared to throw them away.

Holding her wrist with one hand, Leng Lintian approached and said, "Give it to me."

"Are you sick? Are there no women in the world, and you are humiliating yourself like this?"

Leng Lintian smiled lowly: "Without you, I feel that life is meaningless... What do you think?"

His handsome face forced down, Jing Jiaren was a little startled, she let go of her hand, and the fresh-keeping bag just fell into the trash can.

There is no point in living?

Jing Jiaren pushed his hand away forcefully: "In this world, no one can live without him. Besides, we don't have any emotional basis? Your liking for me is inexplicable."

"..."

Leng Lintian's gaze fell into the trash can, and a sneer sneered at the corner of his mouth: "All I want is your residual feelings, and you are stingy with it? Would you rather throw it in the trash can?"

"Leng Lintian, if you are a bad man, I probably don't care what you think. But, I can't hurt you, I can't give you affection, so I can't drag you...wasting your time."

"I am willing."

"Wake up!"

Jing Jiaren felt that he had nothing to say, so she walked around him with a bento box and left.

Leng Lintian followed her footsteps: "Jing Jiaren, I say I am willing! All the good things for you are my wishful thinking!"

Jing Jiaren stood at the door and turned her head: "Then you asked me if I would? I don't want to owe you, I don't want to carry the burden of feelings!"

"..."

Jing Jiaren couldn't wait to slam the door out, and rushed out of the yard in one breath. She didn't remember that she didn't bring a purse, but a lunch box, and she was still wearing an apron and sleeves until she was standing on the side of the road.

She froze for a moment, then took off her apron, sleeves and so on.

Wearing home slippers on the feet...

Want to go back, she didn't even bring the key, and father Jing is not at home today.

Go back and face Leng Lintian?

Jing Jiaren was extremely depressed. What time is it now? It's getting dark...

It gets dark late in midsummer, and it is estimated to be at least 7:[-] now. (Xiaolong PS: It’s summer now, the snow sculpture square mentioned above is artificial snow)

Has Ximen Longting set off yet?

Jing Jiaren hesitated, not knowing whether to go back or continue, when she was still worrying, a BMW pulled over and honked its horn.

Leng Lintian hooked a pair of silver crystal shoes: "I brought your shoes."

"..."

"The princess is going on a date, how could she not have a glass slipper?"