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

The two servants stood outside the room, neither daring to come in.

Jing Jiaren raised her eyebrows: "Why, didn't you hear what I said?"

"But, we really don't dare to mess with the young master's things..." The two servants looked at Wen Xinnuan begging for help.

Jing Jiaren had no choice but to go to the window and open a window to let the air in.

Although she also dotes on SUN, she is not soft-hearted when it comes to strictness. She must erect her majesty in front of the child, and not make him feel that she is the greatest——

It's okay to be naughty, but you still have to listen to your parents at critical moments.

Jing Jiaren felt that it was necessary to have a good discussion with Wen Xinnuan on the issue of educating children.Although she is also half a bucket of water.

"Bill, Mom is here to see you." Wen Xinnuan carefully pulled back the quilt, "Bill, Bill? He seems to have a fever!"

Jing Jiaren rolled up the curtains, and saw the easel standing by the window, with excellent ink paintings.

It is impossible to see that this is the handwriting of a ten-year-old child.

There are color paints on the chair beside it, which is very complete.

Jing Jiaren was admiring, and accidentally kicked the toy fluff ball off the ground...

The bell in the ball rang crisply.

In the next second, a white sound came out from under the quilt on the bed, jumped to the ground, and ran over excitedly, with a small paw on the ball, and raised his small face to stare at her.

It was the little wolf.

Jing Jiaren smiled: "Little guy, we meet again."

The little wolf rolled the plush ball with one little foot, motioning for Jing Jiaren to play with it.

"No, I don't have time to play with you now." Jing Jiaren bent down and hugged it in her arms, "Let's go see how your master is...he's sick."

"Aww." The little wolf sniffed Jing Jiaren, as if identifying her scent.

Wolves are as sensitive to smell as dogs are...

"Both of you, go and call the doctor. Just say that the young master is sick." Wen Xinnuan ordered the two servants to call the doctor, and touched Bill's forehead with distressed hands.

The warm light outlines Lucy's face, which is more handsome than cherry blossoms. The body is covered in a large nightgown, and the skirt is slightly opened, revealing the handsome collarbone unique to teenagers, with clear lines.

Jing Jiaren twitched the corner of her mouth: "This child has inherited the advantages of both of you."

"Yes," Wen Xinnuan said proudly, "I can't wait to take away all the good places that Luo Lei and I have."

It seems that growing up is also a scourge.

However, his personality is not like Luo Lei nor Wen Xinnuan, which leads to a different aura from him, very silent, restrained, and cold...

Typical cold guy.

Jing Jiaren suddenly thought of that little fellow SUN.

Lost contact for two days, the little guy must be dying of anxiety...

She has to go to MSN sometime to see if he is looking for her.

Jing Jiaren never knew that the little wolf she was holding was the two-year-old Xiaomi, Leng Aofeng's daughter.

She hugged Xiao Mi when she was a child, although she has no memory, but the wolf nose made her remember the smell...

"Aww..." The little wolf sniffed Jing Jiaren's body here and there, and his little paws fished everywhere restlessly.

She is only 2 years old, and she is still ignorant and playful.

The little paw was grabbing the concentric lock on Jing Jiaren's neck...it wanted to take it off with great interest.

"No, you can't bite this one."

The little wolf was unhappy, he shook his head and refused to let go.

"It seems that you have also been spoiled by your little master." Jing Jiaren stared at the wreckage on the ground.