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

Leng Lintian clenched the bandage tightly, wondering what tricks Jing Jiaren wanted to play.

Do you think that painting his portrait can offset all the harm in the past, please him, and let him let her go?

The purple lips pursed slightly.

With a bang, Leng Lin tore apart the canvas...

And the last gleam of light came in through the window, and the room was drowsy.

The side of the canvas is facing the window, and the light has shone a little, but you can still roughly see the outline and brushstrokes on the painting.

Leng Lintian's pupils shrank, looking at himself in the painting.

Diamond studs, bracelets, rings...

Including the six-pointed star he pinned on his chest.

At that moment, an inexplicable emotion hit his heart.

How could he not recognize this dress? He had spent a long time choosing this dress.

Leng Lintian raised his hand slowly and touched the words.

As soon as his fingers touched the drawing paper, some gray touched his fingers, and he felt like an electric shock, and he took several steps back.

"Jing Jiaren, what is this!"

He shouted heavily, "Isn't it that I am so unbearable in your eyes, why do you still remember me so clearly!?"

Unless his appearance is deeply imprinted in my mind...

There is no way to paint so vividly without seeing people.

Unless you close your eyes, you can see Leng Lintian's appearance!

The man in the painting had a smile in his eyes, with a calm and evil face, as if he was about to come out of his life.

Leng Lintian made a lot of noise, knocking down the chair in a row, and the paintbrush rolled everywhere.

His black eyes slowly turned scarlet.

"why--!?"

Why do these things, what is the meaning of painting this picture?

His figure was completely shrouded in darkness together with the portrait in the gradually darkening night.

The body was stiff and did not move.

Jing Jiaren, so you still remember?So you noticed me...

It turns out that in your eyes, I am like this...and I have been alive before.

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There was the sound of chopping vegetables in the kitchen.

A pot of soup was simmering, making a gurgling sound.

Jing Jiaren insisted on doing it herself, and wearing waterproof gloves can prevent the wound from touching water.Even so, the wound touched the glove, and it still hurt when I worked hard.

She remembered that when she was in the small town of Vinal, she cooked food for Ximen Longting, and Leng Lintian was lying on the bed hungry, watching.

At that time, Leng Lintian really wanted to eat the food she cooked with her own hands.

And said that if she could help him wash his hair...

He is willing to die.

Jing Jiaren didn't agree to such a small request.

He really didn't ask too much, it was she who had always carried a heavy prejudice.If you can't be a lover, you don't have to erase everything about him.

"Aunt Pan, does Leng Lintian usually eat coriander?"

"food."

"Then what's his taboo?"

"The young master is not very picky...but he is not used to too spicy food, so don't be too bland, it should be in moderation."

"I see, since there are no taboos, then I can play freely." Jing Jiaren prepared all the ingredients, lifted the lid of the pot, and smelled fragrant.

The food he made was exactly the meal that Ximen Longting had made before, but Leng Lintian hadn't eaten it!

Each dish is complete, and more ingredients are placed...

Aunt Pan was clapping hands aside, it was very strange that Jing Jiaren suddenly figured it out when she woke up today, and asked to do this or that.

And there was always a faint smile on her face.