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

Jing Jiaren took out her phone, charged it, and turned it on.

Dozens of missed calls were all from Ximen Longting...

Knowing that she has turned off the phone, he still keeps calling, is he an idiot?

Jing Jiaren clicked on the communication record, and found that the call was made every ten minutes or half an hour.

There is also a text message, Jing Jiaren clicked on it...

[Jing Jiaren, where are you? 】

【Call me back and tell me you're safe! 】

[Beauty, answer my phone, I miss you...]

Jing Jiaren looked at each line, and her eyes began to blur again. She knew that she would not reply, so would posting these be useful? ,

Because she didn't sleep all night, he was desperately calling with his mobile phone...

Would he do this if he wasn't a man who really cared about himself?

She can't guarantee that Ximen Longting will be interested in her all his life, at least for now, he is really infatuated with her.

Taking a deep breath, she opened the notepad on her phone.

Yesterday, she saved all the people on those business cards and marked their identity and background.

There are several orders and customers have agreed on the delivery time...

They have to be kicked out within half a month.

Jing Jiaren called, contacted the other party's assistant, and made an appointment to negotiate.After all, it is necessary to communicate and negotiate, to know what kind of clothes the other party likes, what occasions they intend to wear, and what special requirements they have...and also, to know the other party's measurements.

Half a month, to be honest, time is a bit rushed...

But it should be OK to speed up work, take less rest and sleep less.

Jing Jiaren has confidence in her design... If you can negotiate today, you can hand in the design drawings and finalize the plan tomorrow.

The agreed time is at 3pm.

Jing Jiaren took the tape measure and notepad, and made some preparations to go out, but did not agree to Leng Lintian's kindness to send her off.

Walking past Ximen Longting's door alone, her footsteps seemed flustered and her heart was pounding.

Ximen Longting shouldn't be at home, right?How come he never has to go to work?Every day guarding in the mansion...

Like an eagle dormant, watching his prey at any time.

It wasn't long before Jing Jia left, and she felt something was wrong, so she looked over at the corner.

Several servants opened the wrought iron gate, and a black RV drove out of the villa.

Jing Jia's heart skipped a beat and almost stopped.

This man is like a shadow of the black king...

Jing Jiaren was stuck in place, even if she ran now, her two legs were no match for that RV.

Jing Jiaren turned cold and planned to scold him away!

The black RV drove in a high-profile manner. Cheng Liang's car paint reflected light in the sun. The retro front and five-door doors were luxurious and upscale.

Just when Jing Jiaren thought she would lean against her and stop, the RV drove away in front of her without stopping.

Jing Jiaren stared at its back as it left arrogantly.

What's the matter?What kind of tricks is Ximen Longting playing again...

He clearly came out after seeing her, but he turned a blind eye to her.

Yesterday he confessed his heartbreaking confession to her, but today he just ignored her calmly.

Jing Jiaren shook her head, what he did was his business, wouldn't it be better not to bother her?

Jing Jiaren left the community, saw the RV again, and stopped at the gate of the community, and did not leave.

As long as Jing Jiaren sees it, it's like seeing Ximen Longting, her whole heart is wrenched, and she's in a state of restlessness...

She walked to the side of the road, stopped a taxi, and the car stopped silently from the beginning to the end, like a king.