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

"Hey, open your mouth." o(*^＠^*)o

Jing Jiaren handed it over and it was pure crab roe.

To save face, Ximen Longting opened his mouth and took a bite. Jing Jiaren asked expectantly, "How is it?"

"not bad."

"I specially sprinkled the sauce you like... By the way, you should try this oyster too."

Jing Jiaren is wearing a pink and white long dress with long butterflies tied behind her waist, her long hair is tied casually, and two strands are left behind her ears. She doesn't wear any accessories or makeup. Under the light, she looks as beautiful as a snow elf .

Gong Zihua squinted his eyes, he was still wearing the coat that Jing Jiaren draped over him.

It's a white fox fur shawl, very warm, warm...

The flames crackled.

Gong Zihua frowned, and suddenly thought to herself, it seems good to have someone who loves, cares and takes care of others.

He has never been alone, he has never considered women...

Now there is a sense of resignation.

If he had just frozen to death outside, he would still have a lot of experience to complete, and he would be too unwilling.

Heh, he will find someone... who is more beautiful, gentler, smarter, more virtuous, and more...

Woman.

Ximen Longting lowered his body slightly, and took another mouthful of the foie gras fed by Jing Jiaren.

The two of them were in a happy restaurant, and their happiness was about to burst into bubbles.

"By the way, this..." Jing Jiaren picked up a goblet, "Do you know what's in it?"

Ximen Longting frowned: "What a disgusting color."

"It's 'replenishing the shape with the form'."

Ximen Longting: "..."

"Come and have a drink."

"Don't make me spank your ass!"

Ximen Longting looked at the gray or white color, with some soup dregs floating on it.

Jing Jiaren had to force him to drink, but he had no choice but to take a sip...

"How? How?" Jing Jiaren asked repeatedly.

Ximen Longting tasted it, and his brows stretched: "It's not bad."

"Drink all this cup, and I'll get you some other food."

"No rush." ​​Ximen Longting took the empty plate and threw it aside, took her hand, "Come with me to dance."

Some servants got tired from dancing, so they automatically went to the buffet table to get food, eating and playing...

Jing Jiaren spoke today, everyone is here to play freely, don't be restrained.

Even so, when they met Ximen Longting's gaze, or approached him, they still couldn't forget their status as servants.

Wilson leaned against the Roman column and received a dinner plate from a bodyguard.

He just goes with the crowd and just eats a little...

After a while, a shy maid came and asked him to be his partner.

With a stern expression, Wilson refused.

Jing Jiaren and Ximen Longting walked into the dance floor, smiling and saluting each other.

Jing Jiaren held both sides of the skirt with both hands, bent her knees, saw Ximen Longting took off her hat, leaned over, and brought it back, her big palm took her hand.

Every movement of his is graceful and calm, with an evil look at the corner of his mouth.

The domineering magnetic field fills the entire restaurant...

"Jing Jiaren, you are beautiful tonight."

When the figure approached, his lips leaned against her ear, exhaling ambiguously.

In the next second, the bodies of the two were separated again...

Just like love, close at hand, distant and close at once.

Jing Jiaren pursed her lips and said with a smile when she approached, "President Ximen is not bad too."

Ximen Longting held her waist, stepped on the piano music, and spun around in a high-profile and gorgeous way.