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

"Oh, bye!"

Luo Lei took two steps and glared at her fiercely: "You want to stay here? Come home with me!"

"Don't..." Wen Xinnuan immediately went to Jing Jiaren's side, "I told Jiaren that I want to stay here with her."

There was nowhere to vent Luo Lei's anger.

"It doesn't matter if you don't want to be punished. From tonight, I will sleep with the beauty."

Luo Lei sneered: "You think about it, but you don't want to see if the couple agree or not? Wen Xinnuan, why don't you be caught between others?"

Wen Xinnuan was stunned for a moment, and quickly replied: "That's right, then I will sleep with my god~son from today on."

"..."

"Damn~ My son must really miss me as a godmother!" Wen Xinnuan narrowed her eyes with a smile, really missing Little Sunshine.

Luo Lei became furious: "How dare you!"

"Then you will become a sunflower... Anyway, you are a man who breaks promises and does not keep promises." Wen Xinnuan expressed her contempt.

Luo Lei stood tall and tall: "You idiot Wen, don't force me!"

"What's wrong with forcing you!?"

"I admit defeat, are you happy? Happy!?" Luo Lei's roar was about to burst the teacup.

Jing Jiaren always felt that Ximen Longting had a fiery personality, but after seeing Luo Lei's, she felt that she had no choice as a man.

After all, Ximen Longting is not always hot, and will target people...

But Raleigh was a turkey, always on fire.

Luo Lei turned over the card and yelled at Wilson again: "Where are the flowers!?"

The corner of Wilson's mouth twitched: "Go to Mr. Perloron and find the props."

Here, the servant came to report that the young master's private plane had landed, and Jing Jiaren got up immediately: "I'm going to pick up my son, it's not convenient for you to move, so wait here. Huh?"

Ximen Longting's face froze slightly: "He has no hands or feet, so he needs you to pick him up at such a big age?"

"French vinegar barrel!" Jing Jiaren kissed him on the forehead, "I'm going."

Ximen Longting frowned handsomely: "You remember?"

"What?" Jing Jiaren was stunned for a moment, and quickly realized, "Oh, I read my son's diary... There is an article saying that you are the big French vinegar barrel, and he is the small French vinegar barrel!"

Ximen Longting made a face.Damn it, that diary is full of embarrassing facts about him. He tried to burn it several times, but was persuaded by Wilson.

[Master, this diary is very precious, young master, if you touch it, it will affect the relationship between father and son.I advise you not to. 】

Damn father-son relationship!It is to record his different embarrassing stories every day! ?

Wen Xinnuan was also excited to pick up SUN, the two women went out with a group of servants, and Wilson also left.

In the huge living room, there were suddenly two men left.

One sat idly, regal.

One stood coldly, his whole body was covered with fanatical burning flames...

"Ximen Dog, our game is not considered a game," he said, "I am willing to admit defeat this time. After dinner, let's continue."

Ximen Longting's face was stern, and he fiddled with the chess game with his baton in an elegant manner.

The chessboard on the base of the Roman field is surrounded by retro-style Roman columns... lifelike.

Chess pieces include keel chess, ash knights, gods and beasts, kings and queens with sticks.

"My lord, the props have been found." An inappropriate voice sounded!

A servant came rushing from the upstairs children's room with a sunflower prop in his hand, but Wilson's man was nowhere to be found.