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

Jing Jiaren's eyes were cool and wet after being washed with tears...

Ximen Longting's head hung down, his back was bent, his eyes were at the same level as hers, and he was about to lean over to kiss her.

Jing Jiaren almost subconsciously pushed his face away.

No matter how strong she is, she still needs a few days to buffer.

There's really no way to make out with him.

Once approached, the image of Wang Yingying lying on the ground appeared in my mind, with all kinds of charms.

Ximen Longting frowned: "What?"

"Go take a bath, the smell of alcohol is so strong."

"..."

"Also, you haven't even brushed your teeth." Jing Jia's face was wide open, her eyes wandering away from him, "I'll make you some breakfast, and after you take a shower, lie on the bed and wait for me."

Ximen Longting held her shoulder: "Wash with me."

"I just washed it."

"Okay..." Ximen Longting held her hand, "Let the chef do the breakfast, you just have to check it out."

Leaving the bedroom, Jing Jiaren took a deep breath, as if she had left a depressing space.

She found a servant downstairs, and simply told her to keep the matter of last night a secret... let her tell the other servants in the villa.

After all, it is not a glorious thing.

The servant probably also understood what happened last night - after being with the master for a long time, he would be able to observe the situation.

Sure enough, as Jing Jiaren expected, Ximen Longting called just when she had just agreed with the driver.

"Miss Jing, it's the young master's call." The driver looked at the phone screen, slightly embarrassed.

"It's okay, just as I just said..."

Jing Jiaren pretended to be calm.

Let's just say that Ximen Longting was too drunk and sat alone on the sofa. After the banquet, someone called the driver to pick him up.

Everything can be well covered up.

Ximen Longting seemed to have forgotten everything, and his expression seemed normal.

Jing Jiaren leaned against the sink, feeling powerless all over her body.

Just hide it from Ximen Longting like this, cover it up, and it won't take long for her pain to be healed by time.Nothing is unhealed by time.

"Miss Jing, the porridge seems to be getting mushy," the chef reminded kindly.

Jing Jiaren came back to her senses, and quickly turned off the fire.

He had just filled half a bowl of porridge when his finger was scalded by the porcelain bowl and fell to the ground——

Very loud.

"Miss Jing, why don't you wear heat-resistant gloves? Let me do it."

The bedroom was silent.

Ximen Longting was lying on the bed, frowning, enjoying the spoon that Jing Jiaren handed over, the most supreme service.

"Jing Jiaren, it's hot!" She immediately frowned and moved her lips away from the heat.

Damn woman, can't even do the most basic stirring?

Jing Jiaren stirred, scooped up a spoonful and blew on it to taste the heat.

Ximen Longting's evil red eyes opened, seeing Jing Jiaren try a mouthful of porridge, scoop up a second mouthful and put it into his own mouth.

The third mouth...

fourth bite...

She seemed to be thinking about a very important question, mechanically repeating the action of feeding food into her mouth.

Then, Ximen Boss watched helplessly as she ate the bowl of porridge prepared for him to the bottom!

"Jing Jiaren!" Ximen Longting snapped his fingers in front of her eyes, "Come back to my senses!"

This woman is weird!

Jing Jiaren's bewildered eyes gained focus, staring at Ximen Longting's domineering and depressed face, and then at the empty porridge bowl.What was she doing just now?

"What you mean by being nice to me and making up for me is to show me the porridge?"