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

With long eyelashes hanging down, Leng Lintian looked at the mirror with a golden embossed frame opposite, reflecting his slumped sitting posture and the woman standing behind the sofa washing his hair.

She also thoughtfully hung a towel around his neck.

The two sleeves were pulled up high, revealing the white wrist, and the bandage on the wound was soaked in water again.

"Is it strong enough? If it's light, tell me."

How could he give up her strength?

Another long silence.

Her technique is skillful, her grip is very comfortable, lazily...

If there is sunshine, drinking a cup of scented tea in the backyard full of flowers, isn’t that what happiness is like when the days come to an end?

Leng Lintian's eyelashes could not help but close slowly, and for the first time, he looked forward to the future.

It turns out that the taste of happiness is so attractive...

It makes people addicted.

It turned out that the happiness he wanted was so simple!

Jing Jiaren helped him hold it, massaged his forehead from time to time, and pressed and kneaded his temples to make him more comfortable.

Seeing his relaxed nerves, she felt a sense of satisfaction.

"Son, if you're sleepy, it's okay to fall asleep."

Leng Lintian frowned, with an inexplicable emotion surging in his heart: "Jing Jiaren!"

"Is there something wrong with calling mom?"

"...You want to be my relative, but not for a lifetime."

Why do you want to seduce him like this and make him yearn for the taste of happiness so much.

Jing Jiaren paused slightly and gestured: "Then I'll find the real Miss Jane for you...I promise you, I owe you a relative. I owe you the warmth of your family."

"You go to hell to find her?"

"I have a hunch that she's not dead—"

The rich bubbles wet all of Leng Lintian's hair. She grabbed his hair and combed it back with her fingers, revealing his smooth and handsome forehead, and said of course: "Miss JANE can't die from "Black Sunday"."

Leng Lintian's eyes were dark: "How do you know?"

"Of course I know, have you forgotten that I played the tune? I'm still alive, and Miss Jane can't die."

"Have you played it?" Leng Lintian suddenly moved vigorously, trying to turn his head around.

A lump of bubbles almost fell out, Jing Jiaren pinned his head: "Don't move around."

"Jing Jiaren, you said you played "Black Sunday"?"

"You watched me play...have you forgotten?"

Jing Jiaren thought about it. At that time, in order to wake up Leng Lintian, she played that piece of music.

Thinking about it, Leng Lintian was still in a chaotic state when he first woke up, and then she passed out... How could he remember that she played it.

Or in his mind, was that his hallucination?

Leng Lintian asked in a deep voice: "Are you talking about the modified version?"

"No, I played the original version, the one that Ms. JANE played back then, and there are bloodstains on the score."

"..."

"At that time, you became a vegetable, unconscious, and you only reacted when you heard this song." Jing Jiaren pressed the nozzle to add water to his hair, and explained patiently, "Probably the shadow of that scene in childhood It's too big, you can't let it go. So I played the original version at that time, wanting to stimulate your cerebral cortex... When I thought about it, I suddenly felt such a coincidence. At the beginning, I also played the role of Miss Jane .”

Leng Lintian's pupils have been opened, and there is a thick color in them!