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

The voice smiled coquettishly, "His tinder box is left with me, ask him when he will come to pick it up."

"No need," Jing Jiaren replied flatly, "I'll just give him another one."

"Really, I thought Mr. Ximen cared a lot. He seemed to treasure this tinder box very much, so I was afraid that he would be anxious if he couldn't find it. I just made a special call when I remembered it."

Jing Jiaren's smile remained unchanged: "Of course he cares, because I gave it to you."

"..."

"Is there anything else?" Jing Jiaren asked politely.

"I always feel that I still need to ask Mr. Simon's opinion in person."

Jing Jiaren raised her eyebrows, and handed the phone directly to Ximen Longting: "She insists on telling you, you guys talk."

Ximen Longting's red eyes tightened her face, and there was no change in her expression.

The red eyes took a deep look, and took the phone.

From the beginning to the end, he just hummed and hung up the phone.

Jing Jiaren turned her back to adjust her breathing...

Relax, Ximen Longting is so handsome, it's normal for Yingying Yanyan to be provoked.

In the future, there will be many such ignorant women coming to you.

All she has to do is trust him, and shoot those women as if they were volleyballs.

"Jing Jiaren!" Ximen Longting stuffed his phone in a vicious voice.

"What, finished talking? I didn't hear you." Jing Jiaren took the phone and put it back where it was.

"How do you want me to talk?" Ximen Longting was in a bad mood, his face as dark as a black pot.

"Come on, CEO, I'll wash it up for you..."

Jing Jiaren put the bath glove on her right hand, squeezed bubbles, and rubbed back and forth on his chest.

Ximen Longting grabbed her wrist and glared at her roughly: "I like you to use your hands."

"I'm using my hands."

"Throw away this obstructive thing!"

Bathing gloves were taken off and thrown far away.Ximen Longting was really rude, he directly pulled her hand down...

Jing Jiaren only felt that her palms were burning hot.

"Did you feel it?" His voice was slightly hoarse, and the corners of his eyes were full of passion~ desire.

"Feeling... what." Jing Jiaren's heart suddenly beat slowly.

"What do I want you to do most now, you still don't understand?" He changed his voice, and his thin lips leaned over to kiss her.

Jing Jiaren pretended to be stupid: "I don't know."

"..."

"Did that woman keep harassing you at the banquet? Calling you at such a late hour on purpose..." Jing Jiaren still asked, "You know she is the one calling you? You let me answer it?"

The corner of Ximen Longting's mouth curled into a smile: "Can't help it? Want to know?"

"I'm just curious." I don't know if it was her illusion, but the voice on the phone was very familiar.

Where did you hear it?I can't remember at the moment.

"..."

"How did you know it was her calling you?"

"Idiot, you also said that it's so late, and who else is there besides women for the deliberate phone call?" Ximen Longting was not stupid either.

Before meeting Jing Jiaren, he played around in love... what kind of woman he had never seen before.

The woman who voluntarily climbed into his bed squeezed her head, and there were all kinds of ways.

"Oh, that's it."

Ximen Longting was dissatisfied with her reaction——

He gnawed hard on her shoulder.

"Ximen Longting...why did you go to the entertainment in person?"

"These are not ordinary customers, but high-profile speculators."