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

Jingle Bell--

The landline at home rings, and few people call the landline at home, except for couriers, newspapers...

Seeing that Jing's father was busy, Jing Jia went over to pick up the receiver.

A burst of uncontrollable coughing came over.

Jing Jiaren looked through the window, and Ximen Longting was sitting on the balcony on the second floor, looking at her with a pair of red eyes.

Jing Jia said: "I understand, let's go now."

"...Wait for you, speed!"

Jing Jiaren hung up the receiver. This man really penetrated every corner. He saw it as soon as she woke up.

"Dad, I'm going out to do some shopping."

"Come back early, breakfast is almost ready..."

Jing Jiaren didn't even change her slippers, she walked out of the courtyard and walked around to Longting's mansion in Ximen. The carved door was already opened for her.

Walking through the flowery courtyard, she approached Ximen Longting's residence for the first time.

A mix and match style of European court + French romance + court luxury.

Every item in the house is so exquisite that people can't put it down...

Rows of servants stood, bowing to her.

Wilson stood in the stairwell in a neat suit to greet her: "Miss Jing, the young master is waiting for you in the gym on the second floor."

Jing Jiaren is speechless, is she still dressed so neatly at home?

It's like entering a luxury club, everyone's clothes are meticulous and their makeup is neat.

Jing Jiaren was carried to the gym on the second floor.

Ximen Longting was sitting in a wheelchair, holding a dart in his hand, throwing it on the ground.

Two servants stood by with trays, on which were cough medicine, a plate of candied fruit, and half a glass of red wine.

Jing Jiaren approached, took the glass of red wine and poured it on the indoor potted plants.

The servant gasped——

This is the Romanée-Conti of Burgundy, France, known as the best garden in the world. It is around 10 in any year, and there is no retail sales.

"Drinking in the morning hurts your stomach and your body, don't you understand?"

Jing Jiaren picked up the cough medicine and finally switched to imported ones.

She said backwards on the graduated cup: "No drinking from now on!"

Ximen Longting turned his face and stared at her: "Red wine is not allowed?"

He has given up smoking and drinking for her. Red wine, champagne and other social wines are fun to drink.

"Yes, but you can't drink it on an empty stomach early in the morning, and you can't drink it when you are sick..."

The corner of Ximen Longting's mouth curled up meanly: "I didn't drink."

"..."

"I just let them show you backwards. I like to see how you care about me."

Jing Jiaren stared in disbelief, would he dare to be more boring?

Ximen Longting clenched his fist into nothingness, and coughed a few times against his lips: "Jing Jiaren, you look so beautiful when you are angry! You look even more beautiful when you scold me!"

Jing Jiaren choked hard, could he be more shameless?How can anyone come here specifically to scold?

Ximen Longting looked at her deeply, those red eyes seemed to be endowed with the magic power of bewitching.

Jing Jiaren looked away, deliberately pretending not to see, and handed out the graduated cup: "Hurry up and drink the cough medicine."

Ximen Longting didn't answer, he grabbed her wrist and brought her into his arms.

She was afraid that the syrup in the cup would be poured out, so she sat down on his lap.

"What are you doing so you can't take your medicine properly?" Jing Jiaren glared at him.

Ximen Longting was sitting in a wheelchair, the corners of his mouth curled up in satisfaction, and he put his arm around her waist: "I want to drink slowly, taste slowly. Cough...cough..."

After drinking it in one sip, she can leave as she should.