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

"What are you doing?" Jing Jiaren fell into his arms, successfully attracting attention.

Ximen Longting pinched her chin and smelled a smell of washing powder...

"Jing Jiaren, you—"

Before Ximen Boss finished speaking, there was a sudden commotion over there.

He Zhiyao's complexion was extremely bad, and he suddenly fell to the ground with his stomach pressed down, curled up.

The set immediately exploded. The director and several assistants walked over to check the situation. Wilson squeezed over from there and said, "Master, Miss He seems to be ill."

Ximen Longting's eyes were dim, and he was still holding Jing Jiaren's hand, unmoved at all.

Wilson coughed: "Send her back to the hotel now and call a doctor for her?"

Ximen Longting squinted his eyes, then came to his senses, let go of Jing Jiaren's hand, and strode towards He Zhiyao.

The onlookers stepped aside one after another, Ximen Longting's tall figure stood in front of her, and a man who was about to help He Zhiyao immediately let go, causing her to fall back to the ground.

Who dares to touch the crown prince's woman?

And women are not strong enough--and, everyone is full of jealousy and resentment for He Zhiyao being favored by the crown prince, who wants to talk to her?Seeing her suffering is secretly watching a joke.

Ximen Longting took He Zhiyao's arm and easily hugged her horizontally.

There was a sudden commotion at the scene...

The woman who was laughing at He Zhiyao at the beginning is probably fainted now.

They watched their crown prince get into the car with He Zhiyao in his arms!

Jing Jiaren looked at her empty palm, Ximen Longting was still holding her hand just now, keeping her warmth.

And now...

Jing Jiaren subconsciously wiped her body vigorously a few times.

She wanted to get rid of Ximen Longting's smell - she couldn't be nostalgic for him.

Because, from tomorrow on, he will be someone else's man!

"Miss Jing, get in the car." Wilson reminded softly, keeping his eyes on the changes on Jing Jiaren's face.

She nodded slowly, and followed him to the Bentley car...

Originally wanted to sit in the front seat, but Wilson opened the rear compartment to let her sit.

Jing Jiaren bit the bullet and got in the car. She knew that even if she didn't agree, she couldn't choose.

Isn't Ximen Longting doing all this to stimulate her?

In the long sofa chair, Ximen Longting sat in his usual exclusive position, and He Zhiyao was placed in his arms, leaning against her chest.

His hand rested on her shoulder, and the other was wide open...

In fact, the posture is very evasive, not as natural and intimate as when he usually hugs Jing Jiaren.

Jing Jiaren just took a hasty glance and then looked away.

Therefore, she couldn't see Ximen Longting's evasion...

All I know is that her exclusive "Royal Knees" are now occupied by other women.

Jing Jiaren looked out of the window with vague and transparent eyes.

Her heart was like thousands of cats scratching, with bloodstains all over her heart.The original reluctance to Ximen Longting gradually became decisive in these cracks.

She now felt that following her father's wishes seemed to be the right decision.

Even if Ximen Longting doesn't pursue He Zhiyao today, he will find another woman after losing interest in her.

This day came early to let her feel the taste.Great!

Ximen Longting's eyes darkened, and he separated He Zhiyao with one hand, not getting used to her smell: "Don't move around!"

He Zhiyao was so painful that his whole body fell apart, and he pressed his abdomen with both hands: "Let me go."

"You can't even sit still, where do you want to go?"