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

Jing Jiaren closed her eyes and didn't want to open them.

Ximen Longting continued, "Don't you want to pee?"

She was indeed awakened by urination, and she took so many medicines... and her throat was still very thirsty, and she was so thirsty.

Ximen Longting stretched out his hand to lift her from the bed, but finally Jing Jiaren couldn't help it, and bounced her away——

She hated him hugging him again, who had been in the arms of another woman.

"What?" Ximen Longting raised his eyebrows and stared at her deeply.

Jing Jiaren had already opened her eyes, looked at him, and said in a rustling voice, "I don't need you, I'll go back by myself."

"Be strong."

Ximen Longting took off the infusion bag and handed it to her, "Take it, hold it high."

Jing Jiaren subconsciously took it in her hand, and then she was fooled. She was hugged by Ximen Longting and walked to the bathroom.

Jing Jiaren's limbs were in pain, she was not hypocritical, knowing that she couldn't struggle, she was put on the toilet, he pulled her panties, and she also solved her physical needs without any scruples.What else is there to worry about?

Ximen Longting pulled a tissue and handed it to her: "Jing Jiaren, your expression is very silly."

"..."

"With a high fever, you will go demented?"

Jing Jiaren's face was blank, expressionless and sluggish, she never looked at Ximen Longting, her eyes were focused and dull.

He wiped her clean, put on her pants, and his movements were neat and natural, just like every time he had done to her.

He washed his hands, carried her back to the bed, poured water and took medicine for her.

Jing Jiarenhao ate without resistance, raised his eyes, and looked at the clock again...

"What do you want to eat? I'll order porridge for you?" Ximen Longting wiped her face with his fingers, his brows furrowed, dissatisfied that she ignored him so much.

Tilting her chin so she looked at him, he stared through his head at nothing.

Ximen Longting said coldly: "Jing Jiaren, look at me!"

"Why don't you take care of your Goddess He Zhiyao?" Jing Jiaren couldn't hold back when she opened her mouth, "Isn't she also sick?"

"Jealous?"

She was jealous, jealousy burned her, it was terrible.

She pursed her lips and said, "There are still 2 hours left. We agreed on a ten-day journey. I have done whatever you asked me to do... Do you want to keep your promise and never bother me again?"

"..."

"Mr. Ximen, I advise you to get together and get together, and don't make things look ugly." Jing Jiaren said in a cold voice, "Don't force me."

In a hurry, she ran away again?

Good get together and good break...

Ximen Longting tugged at the buttons of his shirt, slumped on the chair, with a stern look on his lips.

He seemed to have expected it: "Are you still going?"

It is impossible for her to ignore her father for the sake of an illusory love!

"I'm asking you, without your father interfering. Will you be with me?"

"..."

"Jing Jiaren. Talk!"

Jing Jiaren turned her head and finally looked at him squarely, but her eyes were clear and clear, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, a beautiful smile: "It's pointless to ask these questions now. We'll stop here, shall we?"

Ximen Longting sat in the chair, clenched his fists tightly, clutching the armrest of the chair, his chest heaved vigorously.

"After 12 o'clock, I will not be your girlfriend."

After a while, Ximen Longting only replied with one sentence: "You can do whatever you want, whatever you want!"

He stood up abruptly, left the room, and slammed the door hard.

Jing Jiaren's eyes are empty, so...is it over...