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

Jing Jiaren was taken aback for a moment, and when she realized it, two shy blushes rose quickly on her cheeks.She bit her lip, wanting to get out of his arms.

Ximen Longting clamped her shoulders: "You don't have to be shy in front of me."

"……let me go."

"The face is very red."

"I said let me go!" Jing Jiaren became furious and punched him hard on the chest several times.

Ximen Longting said with a look of enjoyment: "It's really comfortable to give me a massage."

"Down~ flow shamelessly!"

"I didn't do anything, how can I be so shameless?" Ximen Longting adjusted her clothes with a smile, damn it, he is trying to suppress the fire all over his body now.

Jing Jiaren didn't speak. When she thought about what she had just done, she wished she could dig a hole and bury herself.

She would take the initiative to kiss him so forgetfully, she would be so greedy for his embrace and warmth.

The mood is too complicated and painful.

Even she herself didn't know why, but an inexplicable sadness hit her chest, and her eyes turned red.

"I have something to give you."

Ximen Longting raised his eyebrows, and jokingly said, "What for? Slap me in the face?"

"No..." Jing Jiaren was speechless, bit her lower lip, "Your birthday present."

"Birthday gift?" Ximen Longting frowned, thinking he heard it wrong, "My birthday hasn't come yet." It's still a week away.

"I know, I will send you off in advance."

"Why do you need to send me off on the same day?" Ximen Longting stared at her deeply, his eyes full of smiles, "It would be meaningless to send her off early."

It's impossible for her to stay for his birthday.

Ximen Longting kissed her vigorously: "My beauty, I am very happy."

Jing Jia's thoughts were surging, and it was rare to see him smile so frankly: "It's not a valuable thing, what are you happy about?"

"I didn't expect you to take this matter to heart all the time—"

"I will do what I promise. I am a person who keeps my promises."

Ximen Longting paused for a while, then asked, "What is it?"

"Didn't you say that sending it in advance would be meaningless?"

"You can tell me first."

"What do you think it will be?" Jing Jiaren suddenly wanted to know what he wanted, "Why don't you guess."

"watch?"

"Didn't you agree that I would do it myself? How can I have the money to buy a watch—but if you like a watch, I can also give you one."

Jing Jiaren went down to the cabinet, picked up a pen and walked over: "I'll draw for you, whatever you want, I'll draw for you."

"..."

"Famous watches, houses, sports cars, or beautiful women! Whatever you want, I'll give you whatever you want."

Ximen Longting frowned: "Woman, you may not be too stingy!"

"That's what people with no money are like."

"You put some thought into it anyway?" Ximen Longting said slightly disappointed, "do something meaningful."

For example, weaving a scarf for him by hand, or making a piece of clothing, or making him a cake full of commemorative feelings...

Jing Jiaren raised the pen in her hand: "You said that you would like anything I gave you, as long as I made it myself. Sure enough, it's too cheap to dislike it now?"

"How dare I despise the cheapness of what you gave me." Ximen Longting stretched out his hand, "But I don't want a watch right now."

"Then what do you want?"

"Ring." He stretched out his left hand, gesturing for his ring finger, "Paint here." Jing Jiaren froze for a moment, and when she realized it, two blushes of shyness rose quickly on her cheeks.She bit her lip, wanting to get out of his arms.

Ximen Longting clamped her shoulders: "You don't have to be shy in front of me."

"……let me go."

"The face is very red."

"I said let me go!" Jing Jiaren became furious and punched him hard on the chest several times.

Ximen Longting said with a look of enjoyment: "It's really comfortable to give me a massage."

"Down~ flow shamelessly!"

"I didn't do anything, how can I be so shameless?" Ximen Longting adjusted her clothes with a smile, damn it, he is trying to suppress the fire all over his body now.

Jing Jiaren didn't speak. When she thought about what she had just done, she wished she could dig a hole and bury herself.

She would take the initiative to kiss him so forgetfully, she would be so greedy for his embrace and warmth.

The mood is too complicated and painful.

Even she herself didn't know why, but an inexplicable sadness hit her chest, and her eyes turned red.

"I have something to give you."

Ximen Longting raised his eyebrows, and jokingly said, "What for? Slap me in the face?"

"No..." Jing Jiaren was speechless, bit her lower lip, "Your birthday present."

"Birthday gift?" Ximen Longting frowned, thinking he heard it wrong, "My birthday hasn't come yet." It's still a week away.

"I know, I will send you off in advance."

"Why do you need to send me off on the same day?" Ximen Longting stared at her deeply, his eyes full of smiles, "It would be meaningless to send her off early."

It's impossible for her to stay for his birthday.

Ximen Longting kissed her vigorously: "My beauty, I am very happy."

Jing Jia's thoughts were surging, and it was rare to see him smile so frankly: "It's not a valuable thing, what are you happy about?"

"I didn't expect you to take this matter to heart all the time—"

"I will do what I promise. I am a person who keeps my promises."

Ximen Longting paused for a while, then asked, "What is it?"

"Didn't you say that sending it in advance would be meaningless?"

"You can tell me first."

"What do you think it will be?" Jing Jiaren suddenly wanted to know what he wanted, "Why don't you guess."

"watch?"

"Didn't you agree that I would do it myself? How can I have the money to buy a watch—but if you like a watch, I can also give you one."

Jing Jiaren went down to the cabinet, picked up a pen and walked over: "I'll draw for you, whatever you want, I'll draw for you."

"..."

"Famous watches, houses, sports cars, or beautiful women! Whatever you want, I'll give you whatever you want."

Ximen Longting frowned: "Woman, you may not be too stingy!"

"That's what people with no money are like."

"You put some thought into it anyway?" Ximen Longting said slightly disappointed, "do something meaningful."

For example, weaving a scarf for him by hand, or making a piece of clothing, or making him a cake full of commemorative feelings...

Jing Jiaren raised the pen in her hand: "You said that you would like anything I gave you, as long as I made it myself. Sure enough, it's too cheap to dislike it now?"

"How dare I despise the cheapness of what you gave me." Ximen Longting stretched out his hand, "But I don't want a watch right now."

"Then what do you want?"

"Ring." He stretched out his left hand, gesturing for his ring finger, "The picture is here."