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

It was her self-help.

If she hadn't woken up in time, she would have lost a relative and friend and an enemy.

Some people say that the scariest thing is not an enemy, but a friend who turns into an enemy and stabs you in the back.

Because he knows where to stab you the deepest and where it hurts the most.And the most defenseless.

If Leng Lintian becomes an enemy, her world will only be destroyed.

Jing Jiaren struggled on the bed, trying to get up.

"Your ankle is injured, the doctor told you to stay in bed." Aunt Pan hurriedly stopped her.

"I've had enough rest."

Sick all the time, bedridden all the time.

"You go and help me get the painting tools, I want to paint."

"Painting?" Aunt Pan gave her a strange look, and seeing that she was no longer as emotional as yesterday, she asked tentatively, "Then sit on the bed and draw, don't wander around. I haven't eaten for so long, Should you eat some too?"

Jing Jiaren no longer resisted, and nodded obediently: "Give it to me."

Leng Lintian wanted her to draw a portrait of him, and had asked many times.

She's going to make him something he craves...

If he can't get her love care, how about as a friend?Shouldn't she be getting some of her greetings and concerns?

"The porridge is cold, let me warm it up...and add some side dishes?"

"No need..." Jing Jiaren drank in two sips, and suddenly felt that she had a lot of things to do.

She owed a lot of debts, and she needed to work hard to repay them.

Seeing Jing Jiaren gulping down the porridge, Aunt Pan happily took out her phone and took pictures.

"Aunt Pan, what's the point of me drinking porridge?" She was lying on the bed with disheveled hair, her face haggard and pale.

"Take a picture for the young master," Aunt Pan said, "You don't eat, and the young master has never eaten. Now that you are finally willing to drink porridge, he must feel more at ease."

"..."

"However, if I go there with an empty bowl, he may not believe it, but he will believe it when I take a picture of it."

Jing Jiaren's throat was blocked, and even the porridge almost choked her throat.

Even though he was torturing her, he also had to suffer with her, but he still refused to let him go.

Aunt Pan recorded Jing Jiaren drinking porridge, and ordered the servants to go to the kitchen to serve porridge for the young master.

"The young master said, what do you eat, what does he eat, how much do you eat, how much does he eat."

"..." Jing Jiaren was stunned for a moment, "I'm a woman and I have a different appetite. If he eats so little, won't he be hungry?"

"That's it!"

Jing Jiaren saw some buns and steamed buns on the cabinet: "Aunt Pan, bring that over here, I want to eat it too."

"Miss Beauty, can you still eat?"

"Ah."

"It's better to eat more, okay." Aunt Pan happily raised her camera again, wishing Jing Jiaren could stuff a whole roast suckling pig, so that the young master could eat more.

Jing Jiaren was so full that she burped, she really couldn't eat anymore, and felt like vomiting.In the past few days, she couldn't get out of bed and didn't eat much. The sudden stuffing made her stomach very uncomfortable.

Ask the servant to take a look with a round European-style mirror and find that she has lost a lot of weight.

A pair of eyes were red and exaggeratedly swollen.

Her messy hair was tied up, and with the help of the servant, she went to the bathroom to clean herself a bit, and even put some powder on to cover up the crying marks, and she immediately looked more energetic.

She couldn't show Leng Lintian her miss for Ximen Longting, it was really too hurtful.

Aunt Pan has already brought the painting utensils and stood by the window according to Jing Jiaren's instructions.