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

Ximen Longting was holding the remote control, but before he knew it, the helicopter had already hit the flower trough, probably the cake was also broken.

Jing Jiaren closed the window, drew the curtains, and fell back on the bed.

Ximen Boss frowned. A woman turned her face faster than a book. How long did it take before she gave him another look?

Why didn't he do a good job?

It seems that Ximen Longting is destined to be in a low mood tonight, irritable and depressed!

Wilson said softly from the side: "Master, women always have those few days when they are in a bad mood."

Ximen Longting squeezed the remote control: "So?"

"Let her be quiet at this time, so don't bother her?"

"Annoying!?" Ximen Longting slammed his fist on the armrest of the chair, "Why am I bothering her?"

"..."

The next day, Jing's father knocked on Jing Jiaren's door cautiously. She didn't eat anything yesterday, so the father was naturally worried.

After waiting for a long time without any response, the door was gently pushed open, and the room was covered with design drawings all over the sky...

Jing Jiaren fell to the ground, and some blueprints were blown up by the wind.

On the ground, on the bed, on the table, anywhere, as far as the eye can see, are design drafts.

Jing Jiaren stayed up all night, drawing pictures frantically.

But she was in a bad mood, and couldn't draw the feeling she wanted no matter what. She threw away the waste pictures, drew again, and threw them away again.

Jing Jiaren knocked on the carpet with empty eyes, she was not asleep, she was still holding a pen in her hand, her eyes were red and swollen.

It was probably the first time Father Jing saw Jing Jiaren like this: "Xiaotian, come in and see how is Jiaren?"

Leng Lintian, who was waiting outside, opened the door and came in, and the wheelchair passed a few drawings.

He picked it up, the men's clothing, the proportion of the inverted triangle was completely drawn according to Ximen Longting's figure.

A trace of hostility flashed in his eyes, and the blueprint was crushed in his fingers.

"Jiaren, don't scare Dad, I'll call an ambulance right away."

Jing Jiaren's empty eyes moved, and she looked at them: "No need, I'm fine."

"Why are you lying on the ground and still not sleeping?"

"I slept too much yesterday and couldn't sleep at night." Jing Jiaren sat up and said as calmly as possible, "Dad, I'm hungry."

"Okay, okay, just be hungry... Dad made breakfast, let's eat now!"

Jing Jiaren knelt on the spot, didn't get up immediately, and turned her eyes to Leng Lintian: "I have something to ask you."

Father Jing went out tactfully and said, "I'll fill up the soup, and you'll come down to eat right away."

"Dad, you stay here too, I'll ask you too..."

What's the use of hiding all the time?What should come will always come.

Jing Jiaren opened the drawer and took out a few wedding photos, and she burned the rest.

Hand two to Leng Lintian, and two to Papa Jing...

Jing Jiaren felt very tired and couldn't stand up at all. She stood against the wall and asked, "Tell me, what happened to me in the past 6 years? We have always known each other. There is no such thing as a baby relative? Dad, you colluded. Is Leng Lintian lying to me?"

No wonder there was never any Uncle Chen in her memory!

Father Jing clutched the photo and said nothing.

"Why do you lie to me, can't you tell me clearly?!"

Leng Lintian leaned on the wheelchair, his eyes were calm, and his thumb rubbed Jing Jiaren's unsmiling face in the photo.

They were married, and that was the happiest time in his life...

He almost had a child with Jing Jiaren.

If it wasn't for that car accident!