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

Before leaving, Ximen Longting asked for a video of passionate kissing, and when he got home, he sat in the car and played it back and forth on his iPad.

It's okay to watch it by yourself, but I would go to Jing Jiaren from time to time to force her to read it.

At first, Jing Jiaren was still interested in scanning her eyes——

Ximen Longting looked back repeatedly, and Jing Jiaren was also speechless.

"Ximen Longting, have you had enough?"

"Not enough. I can't get enough of it."

"Then look for yourself, don't keep putting it in front of me..."

Ximen Longting put one arm around her shoulder, just to force her to watch it together: "It's boring to watch alone."

Jing Jiaren must have a lot of psychological endurance to endure such a rascal.

As long as he is happy, he can watch it.

At that time, Jing Jiaren was very afraid that this would teach SUN badly, and she had been exposed too much, so SUN should not mature early and pick up girls.

Jing Jiaren pinched his face: "Put it away when you get home, and watch it in your room later?"

"Why can't I meet people? The home theater in the living room looks exciting!"

"..."

The 10-minute passionate kiss, he wants to watch it as a movie?

Jing Jiaren glanced at him faintly, and resorted to her trump card: "Ximen Longting, look, you definitely didn't sleep well last night, and the dark circles under your eyes are a bit heavy..."

As he spoke, he pointed to Ximen Longting's eyes with slightly lowered eyelashes on the iPad.

"That's the shadow of the eyelashes!"

"It's just dark circles."

"..."

"And the forehead is acne, right?" Jing Jiaren swiped her finger, pointing to a red spot on his head.

Ximen Longting's happy face immediately turned to death.

Jing Jiaren didn't know what to do, reached out to lift his bangs, and saw that there was a red pimple popping out on his forehead.

Jing Jiaren stretched out her hand and pressed it, and saw him hiss.

"It hurts? It's the pimples from the fire. Drink more fire-reducing tea and don't stay up late at night."

Ximen Longting bit her finger in hatred.

Jing Jiaren grabbed his jaws: "Am I wrong? Why did you bite me?"

Ximen Longting let go coldly, stared at her, and gritted his teeth: "Jing Jiaren, you can't just see my good points? Why do you want to see my flaws?"

Jing Jiaren had a funny face: "No one is perfect, even if you are a god, you will have some flaws."

"..."

"You can see that you are obviously mentally ill..."

Ximen Longting finally turned off the IPAD, his face was gloomy, not too happy.

Jing Jiaren coughed: "But it's a good shot, we can make a souvenir."

"It's so ugly, don't want it."

"It's not ugly, how ugly!" He is so handsome without makeup.

"You said ugly!"

"..."

After a pause, Ximen Longting said quietly: "It's okay, I didn't shoot well today, there is still tomorrow, the day after tomorrow..."

Well, she was consoling him in vain, and thought it had hurt his self-confidence.

Ximen Longting turned to take out a script plan to read, which was specially created for Jing Jiaren and Gong Zihua.

He flipped through it coldly, probably thinking about how he, the male 2, would get in and grab the show.

Jing Jiaren leaned on the sofa, never wanting Ximen Longting to get involved, but he still came, wondering if this would affect the clues.

"By the way, have you investigated Gong Zihua?" Jing Jiaren thought for a while, and now she is in a passive state.

Ximen Longting is so capable, why should he wait for death?Better turn things around.

"Why, do you want to investigate him?" Ximen Longting asked as he flipped through the pages.