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

Jing Jiaren's hands, which were desperately knotting knots, stopped, and her face turned pale.

There was a strong wind, and her hair was blown, and she didn't know what to do...

"Leng Lintian? Leng Lintian—!"

Ximen Longting, what should I do?

Why are you not by my side at this time?

Jing Jiaren's mind went blank, her mood felt like being weighed down by a boulder, and she was extremely at a loss what to do.

Suddenly a strong light shot down, shooting back and forth on the dark mountain top.

Jing Jiaren suddenly raised her head and saw a helicopter circling.

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Jing Jiaren had a dream. She dreamed that she gave birth to a daughter, and the whole family gathered in the house for Christmas.

Wen Xinnuan sat on the sofa, surrounded by two men.

Luo Lei was peeling oranges for her with a dark face, and Ji Ziang was holding a little baby in his arms, who also had blue eyes.

Bill led Xiaomi and stood under the Christmas tree to unwrap presents.

Sun was sneaking around the room with the little beauty in his arms, while star, who was just a toddler, followed sun from a distance, stumbling along, trying to snatch his sister from sun.

The matches in the stove were crackling, and Leng Aofeng curled up beside the stove in the shape of a wolf.

She actually saw Ximen Longying standing beside Leng Aofeng and sneered proudly.

After Jing Jiaren walked a few steps, she bumped into Wilson again. He saluted respectfully and handed him freshly brewed hot tea.

Always be that loyal look.

The wolf, wearing the mask of a smiling clown, sits by the window and plays the flute. The wind pours in from the outside, and the red curtain flies.

dong dong...

The piano was played by a pair of hands.

Jing Jiaren looked up. Miss Jane was sitting in front of the piano, pressing the keys with her green hands, raising her head slightly, and talking to someone warmly.

That person is Ximen Fenglie.

They all looked young. Jaen looked like he had stepped out of a picture book, wearing a British dress from the last century.

Vic stood by his master's side in military posture.

beautiful woman……

It was as if someone was calling her.

Jing Jiaren squinted her eyes and turned her head, the brilliant crystal lamp shone so hard that her eyes couldn't see clearly.

Mother Jing walked down the spiral staircase holding a man's hand.

The man's face was blurred by the light, without facial features.

But Jing Jiaren knew very well that it was Master Donggong.

Ji Zihan brought Jian Chenche over to Lady Jing, picked up a glass of wine from the servant's tray, and held it to her.

Jing Jiaren smiled as well, congratulating them.

Two men fought, making confused noises.

Donggong Ziche and Gong Zihua faced each other with scratches on their faces. They were held back by two women and advised them not to quarrel.

Looking closely at the faces of those two people, it turned out to be two sisters of the Jing family, one holding Gong Zihua and the other holding Dong Gongziche, Jing Meixue covered her mouth and snickered not far away.

Uncle Jing was sitting on a chair drinking tea and flying a plate of military flags with Father Jing, as if he had returned to the time when he was a girl...

The three sisters of the Jing family wanted to compete with Jing Jiaren for everything and made a lot of noise.

Seems like...everyone got together.

What's the difference?Jing Jiaren looked all over the place.

A hand patted her shoulder, Leng Lintian's eyes slightly curled up, and he curled up his purple lips: Beauty, what are you looking for?

Jing Jiaren's heart felt empty, she was short of the most important person...everyone was there, except for Ximen Longting.

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