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

It's rare to see this man happy with his lips, but she really wants his smile to remain...

It's that hot red mouth that hasn't disappeared after so long, and his voice is hoarse.

Jing Jiaren bought two boxes of chrysanthemum tea and handed him one: "Duck voice, I invite you."

Drake voice?

Ximen Longting stared at her fiercely: "Then you are a duck?"

It's summer vacation now, the park next to the school is empty and there are no people there, the two of them wandered into the park.

Jing Jiaren was tired from walking, so she sat on the swing to rest.

Wilson and a group of bodyguards kept watch at a distance of more than ten meters.

Suddenly Jing Jiaren's body flew up, and Ximen Longting dragged her back to make the swing swing.

"Hey, Ximen Longting!"

"Sit tight."

Jing Jiaren clenched the hanging ropes on both sides, Ximen Longting pushed higher and higher, the feeling of the wind stirred her whole body, and she became extraordinarily light...

After only playing for a while, Ximen Longting stopped pushing Jing Jiaren's game.

"Next time you go out, don't wear such a short skirt!"

Another problem with her dress.

"Come here, you are suitable to play this..."

Jing Jiaren was speechless, seesaw?

"Excuse me, I feel ashamed!"

Jing Jiaren stood on a disc and was studying how to play it. Ximen Longting grabbed the disc and started spinning it.

Jing Jiaren couldn't help turning around, and when she got down, she couldn't tell the difference between east, west, and north, and she staggered while walking, so she threw herself into his arms.

Ximen Longting took advantage of the situation and hugged her: "Did you faint?"

"You are too much! You don't even say hello!"

"I thought you wanted to play."

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A white sports car was parked outside the park. Through the black wrought iron railings and the gaps between the bushes, Jing Jiaren and Ximen Longting could be vaguely seen interacting.

Leng Lintian held the steering wheel tightly with his hands, his lips turned purple...

Wilson handed water to the master and Jing Jiaren, and whispered into Ximen Longting's ear, "Master, Master Leng is still following."

The corners of Ximen Longting's mouth curled up, and he drank most of the water: "Let him follow slowly!"

"..."

"Jing Jiaren, come and take a picture with me!"

With a long arm in his arms, Ximen Longting held Jing Jiaren in his arms, took out his mobile phone and threw it into Wilson's hand: "You know the consequences if you shoot ugly?"

"Master, no matter how you take pictures, it looks good..."

Jing Jiaren was forcibly attached to Ximen Longting's body, and their faces were extremely close.

"Don't lean on me..." Jing Jiaren pushed his face away, and he shamelessly stuck to it again and again.

From a distance, Jing Jiaren's struggle is more like bickering and petty love between men and women.

"Beauty, don't you think...we're on a date today?"

Jing Jiaren's eyes widened and she woke up suddenly.

Except for their names, they didn't say anything about their behavior, actions, and how to get along with each other...

There is no difference between being a couple?

"Let's go to the movies tonight." He held her hand and kissed it on his lips. "Or go to the opera to make up for our first date? I'm up to you."

"Who is dating you?" Jing Jiaren raised her face, "I don't date Duck Voice..."

Every word Ximen Longting's hoarse voice made people feel funny.

"Who is this gift from? You have to make it up to me!"

The big hand twisted her chin, not allowing her to dodge, Ximen Longting's slightly swollen lips were printed on her lips.

Just sticking together like this, no further kisses...

Wilson immediately understood what the young master meant, with a perfect angle, he clicked to capture the camera.