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

"like."

"This is enough!"

Ximen Longting pursed his lips in satisfaction, his eyes locked tightly on her face, he was always domineering and gentle.

Jing Jiaren found out that he really... looked at her in various ways, observing everything about her.

Suddenly remembering that the half bowl of white fungus soup hadn't been finished yet, Jing Jiaren picked it up: "There's more in the kitchen, do you want a bowl too?"

"Okay, let's eat with you."

"By the way, how did you know I was angry?" Jing Jiaren asked strangely.

"Is there something about you that I don't know?" Ximen Longting said in a natural tone.

The servant was making hot tea, and excitedly went to the kitchen to fill up tremella soup. The family was short of staff, so now she was the only one to do it.

"Ximen Longting, why don't you take a hot bath first?" Jing Jiaren flicked the snowflakes on his head with her hand, "I feel so cold just looking at you."

She put her hand on his cheek...

Sure enough, it was cold.

"Why don't you wear more!"

After drinking hot tea and eating two bowls of white fungus soup, Jing Jiaren hummed a tune and helped him fill the bathtub.

As the mist gradually engulfed, Ximen Longting took off his clothes and stood on the sink to shave in only his briefs.

"If a pair of sons are by my side at this time, it will be too perfect."

"When I'm not so busy at work, take STAR over."

"Really?" Jing Jiaren's eyes lit up, "Don't lie to me."

Now she can often watch videos from the Kingdom of Beauty, and seeing STAR through the screen can't "quench her thirst" at all.

Ximen Longting rubbed the bubbles on his chin: "When did your husband lie to you?"

Jing Jiaren dragged out of the bathtub and picked up the clothes that Ximen Longting had replaced.

Such expensive shirts cannot be washed in the washing machine. In the past, servants washed them by hand.

There are not so many servants now, Jing Jiaren plans to help him wash...

As for coats or coats, they are sent to the dry cleaners.

Jing Jiaren took his shirt and sniffed it subconsciously: "Ximen Longting, your clothes smell like women's perfume."

Ximen Longting put down the razor and stared at her: "You also smell the clothes, are they dirty?"

"Is it just a habit to smell it...it really smells like a woman's perfume." Jing Jiaren sniffed it a few more times, "I remember you don't wear perfume."

Occasionally apply a little men's moisturizer, the smell is familiar to her, and she can't tell the difference.

With a smile on his red lips, Ximen Longting supported the sink with one hand: "Do you suspect that I have a woman outside?"

"How dare you!" Jing Jiaren frowned, looking for something on her shirt.

"Looking for what?"

"A woman's lipstick mark."

Ximen Longting glared at her displeasedly: "Thinking too much! How is it possible!"

"I'm so disappointed... I really didn't find it." Jing Jiaren looked up at him pretending to be sad.

"Nonsense, how can a woman approach me casually?"

"How did that smell come from?"

Ximen Longting lay down in the bathtub, squinted his eyes and thought for a while: "Banquet, ballroom dance?" This is the only chance to have close contact with women.

Jing Jiaren bit her lower lip, he actually danced with a woman...Damn it, I feel so uncomfortable.

Ximen Longting usually does a good job in this area, not letting any woman approach him, even if it is a servant, he will avoid it.

Knowing that Ximen Longting was doing it for entertainment——

Ximen Longting raised his eyebrows: "Are you unhappy?"

"No...why am I unhappy." Jing Jiaren took the laundry detergent and poured it into the tub.