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

Ximen Longting cursed secretly, and followed closely, for fear that she would fall.

"Jing Jiaren, the pool is frozen and slippery, be careful!"

Jing Jiaren took off the coat she was wearing and covered Gong Zihua.

"Damn it, I can't stand your mercy!" Ximen Longting scolded.

"I've said it many times, Gong Zihua is soft but not hard, why do you..."

"He is soft?" Ximen Longting snorted, "Don't forget how he tricked you into entering the underground palace?"

Entertain him nicely, trust him, and the result?

"I'm not used to it. It's no good for anyone if he dies."

"I didn't say I wanted him to die..."

"He's almost freezing to death." Jing Jiaren begged, "As long as you get him into the house, I'll listen to you. I'll go in right away, okay?"

She was entertaining guests in the restaurant, and suddenly remembered the existence of Gong Zihua, just asking, he talked about him from left to right.

Jing Jiaren felt something was wrong...

In addition, the bodyguards said that it was snowing outside, but the curtains were tightly closed, so it was strange not to draw them up to let everyone see the snow scene.

Jing Jia wanted to approach the window, but was discouraged by the servant's kind words.

Jing Jiaren immediately felt that there was something tricky...

So while the servants were not paying attention, he ran to the window and opened the curtain to look out.

This time, he saw a figure kneeling by the edge of the outdoor swimming pool.

"That's what you said!" Ximen Longting stretched out his hand and ordered the bodyguards to carry him in, "When you're indoors, don't interfere with me."

"I……"

"If you don't teach this kind of person a lesson right now, why don't you wait until he kills me next time?" Ximen Longting's attitude was firm.

Jing Jiaren pursed her lower lip, not wanting to quarrel today.

Moreover, she is too clear about Ximen Longting's personality...

The more she argued with him because of Gong Zihua, the more uncomfortable he felt.

"Lean him by the fireplace, I really won't interfere with the rest." Jing Jiaren said.

Ximen Longting reluctantly agreed, and ordered Gong Zihua to be thrown by the fireplace.

The warm firelight dances...

Gong Zihua's frozen body slowly felt some warmth, and her body was gradually recovering.

The atmosphere in the restaurant is very happy, the bodyguards and servants are holding hands and dancing pas de deux...

The boulanger, in which dancers line up in pairs, seems to have originated in France and is now a Scottish pas de deux.

As the music danced, the dancers saluted each other, put one hand behind their backs, and held the male partner with the other, spinning, kicking, and returning to their original positions from time to time to change partners.

The music is dancing, the candles are bright...

The atmosphere in the whole ballroom is wonderful.

Gong Zihua slowly rolled his eyes, seeing these servants with smiling faces.

They are but the humblest servants and menservants... and yet may be feasted and entertained in the master's chamber without restraint.

Jing Jiaren stood at the buffet table, holding a plate in her hand, passing food to Ximen Longting.

Ximen Longting had a cold face, still unhappy about Gong Zihua's matter, and had no intention of taking the plate.

"Okay, don't be unhappy about such trivial things... Take a bite?"

"..."

"You know I've been working hard to make these foods for a long time." Jing Jiaren smiled flatteringly, "We've all died so many times, we should learn to be tolerant towards this world, shouldn't we?"

Ximen Longting glared at her angrily: "It's your tolerance that caused you to suffer so much!"