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

The servant hurriedly brought the alarm clock...

Ximen Longting swept his palm across, his handsome eyebrows frowned, he stared at the hour hand on the alarm clock for a long time, and even counted with his hands.

4 o'clock...really early.

Relieved, he threw the alarm clock aside: "Turn it to 7 o'clock, wake me up."

Wilson picked up the alarm clock and turned it on: "Master, it's tuned up."

"One is not enough!"

"Master, when the time is up, I will wake you up..."

"Ten, go find ten alarm clocks!" Ximen Longting grabbed Wilson by the collar, "I'm not sick, I'm fine!"

"Yes." Wilson was almost out of breath.

It's hard for him to say that Jing Jiaren has already left in a cold seat, she won't go to the theater at all.

At the same time, he also understands Ximen Longting's temperament. Once he goes to the theater to wait, if Jing Jiaren doesn't go, it is common for him to wait overnight.

But the doctor also said that Ximen Longting's high fever was 40°8, which had reached the critical point. If he didn't treat the disease properly to lower the high fever, he might turn into a fool if he waited all night in the opera house.

It is true that Wilson listened to Simon Longting in everything, but in some matters, he could also prioritize.

"I'll ask someone to fetch ten alarm clocks, young master, even if the world is doomsday, will they wake you up on time?"

Ximen Longting finally let go of his hand, and a violent cough made his body heave.

Sickness comes like a mountain...

This kind of people who are usually healthier and less likely to get sick will be particularly serious when they get sick.

It seems that the previous cold air will explode at this time.

Wilson touched Simon Longting's forehead, it was scorching hot, and there was no sign of the fever going down.

Worryingly, he picked up a new ice pack and put it on Ximen Longting's forehead...

"Take it away!" Ximen Longting didn't appreciate it, "I'm fine!"

"Master, as long as you recover from your high fever quickly, you won't be worried if you go to see Miss Jing?"

Hearing the last sentence, Ximen Longting pursed his ruthless lips and remained silent.He was so sick that he couldn't stand still, and it would be too embarrassing to see Jing Jiaren when he was crooked...

Wilson put the ice pack away and advised him to close his eyes and rest.

The potion was supposed to help sleep, Ximen Longting closed his eyes sleepily, his long eyelashes folded, casting a beautiful shadow.

"The suit is ironed?" He asked vaguely.

Wilson replied, "It's ironed."

"shoe……"

"The shoes are oiled too, my lord."

Ximen Longting's lips moved, but he couldn't hear anything else.

Wilson breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had been pardoned.

"Everyone take good care of the young master, don't let him walk around in the ground, always pay attention to his high fever, don't make any mistakes!"

……

Eight o'clock at night.

The Mill Opera House exudes a sacred and warm yellow light, with long stairs, a god holding a palace lantern with one hand, and a majestic and splendid building.

Fortunately, Ximen Longting didn't reserve the venue, otherwise it would be too boring.

Jing Jiaren arrived on time. Before leaving, Wilson gave her a membership card, but she forgot to bring it out...

Leng Lintian directly stopped a couple who were about to enter, bought the tickets in their hands, and handed them to Jing Jiaren.

Jing Jiaren looked at him hesitantly, and the corners of his mouth curled up: "Afraid that I will follow?"

"..."

"I'll wait for you outside, go in."

Jing Jiaren's mood was extremely complicated, and she took it: "Thank you."

As the flow of people walks up the stairs, she will soon be hidden as a member...