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

As he said that, Ximen Longting also took the initiative to walk towards her, with big steps and awe-inspiring momentum.

It looked the same as usual.

Jing Jiaren glared at him: "Okay, okay, I know you can walk, and you don't have to walk so far."

Ximen Longting stood in front of her, reached out and hooked her bangs: "My body, I know it myself."

"Then don't you like that I care about you?" Jing Jiaren was still looking at him harshly.

He had already taken the milk cup and drank it all in one go.

"Your care give me more at night, and let me play freely during the day."

Jing Jiaren was trained by him, and she immediately understood the meaning of his words.

She glared at him angrily: "I don't care how good you are, you can walk on the ground, but you are still not allowed to do strenuous exercise."

"..."

"Not at other times, the doctor said, at least half a month of recuperation!"

"They're all a bunch of quack doctors, what do they know?" Ximen Longting pressed a milky kiss on her lips.

Jing Jiaren smiled and hooked his neck, and the two looked at each other.

Wilson hurriedly inserted the book back, turned and left the room.

Jing Jiaren asked, "What book are you looking for?"

"nothing!"

"I've flipped through all the books here, and they seem to be genealogies." Jing Jiaren let go of him, and went to the wooden bookshelf on one wall.

She wanted to read it when she was free two days ago, but found that they were all French books.

Although she couldn't understand the words inside, judging from the photos of the characters on each booklet...

Ximen Longting took her with his long arms: "It's not interesting, don't look at it."

"Aren't you looking for books? I want to help you."

"I didn't find it, just searched casually." He lowered his eyes and pulled her towards the bed.

Leng Lintian was in a coma, and asking him for an antidote was simply extravagant.Now the only person who can detoxify Jing Jiaren's body is probably someone from the Eastern Palace...

In the past, Jian Chenche was the one who made the medicine, and that man also belonged to the East Palace.

But without the antigen, how much time does Jing Jiaren have to wait for him to dig out the Donggong family?

Ximen Longting sat on the French single sofa beside the bed and pulled her onto his lap.

"Jing Jiaren."

"Ok?"

"It's more difficult for me to like a woman than to capture a kingdom." He inserted his hand into her hair, hating himself for being so powerless at this time.

Jing Jiaren frowned, and pinched his tall nose: "What's wrong with you, you've always been so negative these days?"

"..."

"The biggest difficulty has been overcome. We have just experienced life and death. What are you afraid of? Ximen Longting, be happy."

Ximen Longting's eyes were deep, and his red jewel eyes were like a vast ocean, unfathomably deep.

"smile~" Jing Jiaren held the corner of his mouth, "Smile."

How did she know, he was so annoyed that he wanted to cut off his head——

First send Jing Jiaren's mother and son to the Kingdom of Jiaren, and he goes to France to get the starfish Qiguang, and waits for Gong Zihua's people to come to the door and negotiate terms to get the antidote.

In between, there are countless possibilities for variables.

Ximen Longting's hand was cruising on her back, and when she realized it, the zipper had slipped open, and his hand reached in, scratching on her skin.

"Husband Ximen, my waist still hurts!" It felt like a broken bone.

"Jing Jiao~wife, cherish the time you spend with me."Mom, get together less and leave more.

Thinking of the upcoming parting, he almost wanted to rub her into his flesh and blood.