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

"Don't worry, she just has a high fever. She can't speak because her tonsils are inflamed and she is on fire. When the high fever subsides, she can take care of it. Remember not to eat hard things, don't talk, and drink more hot water..."

Jing Jiaren lay on the pillow and felt much better when she heard that she was no longer dumb.

The servant brought some millet porridge for her to eat, it was her favorite taste...abalone porridge.

The abalone is finely sliced, waxy and fragrant.

Jing Jiaren was hungry and ate a big bowl.

Aunt Pan was very happy when she saw it: "Usually I have to persuade you for a long time before you force yourself to eat. You have a good appetite today. You must be happy when the young master comes back."

sir...

Jing Jiaren opened her mouth and asked, who is the young master?

Aunt Pan was arranging the bowls and chopsticks, but she couldn't see them.

Jing Jiaren was about to be pissed off, and kept shouting: 【I want paper and pen, give me paper and pen! 】

I wanted to find a pen and paper by myself, but every time I was pushed back by the servant before I got out of bed.

She struggled fiercely, and then the servant simply tied her body up.

"Miss Jiaren, you are so sick and want to play in the yard, the young master will be furious when he comes back and sees it."

"..."

"You can rest in bed and recuperate. If you need anything, just call me."

Jing Jiaren's lips trembled.

What a joke, she couldn't even speak, how could she be called someone! ?

"I just called the young master to say that you are awake, and he will be right back."

creak.

The door was pushed open at the right time, and Leng Lintian, who had just rushed back, was still carrying the moisture outside, leaving footprints on the wooden floor with his feet.

Jing Jiaren stared at him with wide eyes, her throat rolled violently, and she was whimpering.

Leng Lintian, it really was him, not her illusion.

Leng Lintian took off his coat and handed it to the servant, walked to the bed and pulled out the chair.

Aunt Pan reported: "Master, I have already told you on the phone that Miss Jiaren has a high fever and her tonsils are inflamed, so she can't speak."

"Yeah." Leng Lintian's eyes fell on Jing Jiaren's fiercely struggling body, "Don't move."

"Master, I've told you that Miss Jiaren was in a bad mood and wanted to get off the ground... As a last resort, I tied her up. You said that you can control her emotions first..."

Leng Lintian responded and reached out to straighten Lijingjiaren's hair.

Her face was pale, but her eyes were determined, revealing a hint of stubbornness...

This expression is very much like Jing Jiaren.

Leng Lintian's fingers almost froze, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

She really looks more and more like Jing Jiaren, every day, she looks more like her...

【let me go! 】Jing Jiaren struggled fiercely, her throat was sore, and a mouthful of dried blood coughed to her mouth again.

Leng Lintian hurriedly took out a towel and covered her lips, making her cough up.

"Cough cough cough..."

"Be honest, I'll untie you right away. Huh?" Leng Lintian looked at her with distressed eyes, and the breath he exhaled was close at hand, and fell on her face.

Jing Jiaren was slightly taken aback when she smelled the breath emanating from him...

It's been a long time since I saw him, sad and angry!

Didn't he agree to let her go?Why did he take advantage of the chaos and bring her back.

Why is there a picture of her in this room, and everything is arranged according to her preferences.Why did the servant call her Miss "Beauty"?

Apparently, Leng Lintian arranged all this, just waiting to catch her back.

【fraud!Leng Lintian, you lied to me! ] Jing Jiaren looked at him deceived, her voice murmured indistinctly.