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

Just as he was about to ask the bodyguard to open the door, the door opened by itself from the inside.

A servant who had just delivered food came out pushing a dining cart...

Immediately afterwards, Leng Jiaren laughed.Very hearty and crisp.

Jing Jiaren has never smiled like this since she grew up, she frowned, and put her finger on her lips, signaling the servant to keep quiet.

Opening some doors with his hand, he saw Leng Jiaren kneeling on the bed, smiling like a little girl whose heart was beyond the city.

There were several storybooks lying on the bed, all of which she asked the servant to buy.

She remembered that the servant even reported back and forth to Ximen Longting, and it was Jing Jia who rushed to agree.

Leng Lintian was weak, lying on a big pillow, staring at Leng Jiaren tenderly.

Although the way he looked at Leng Jiaren was not as good as when he looked at Jing Jiaren——

Burning raging fire, he was looking at a lover who was so deeply in love that it made his mind burn.

She remembered that Leng Lintian said that love is only once, and when it is used up, it will be gone.

Exhausted, no longer have the energy to love the second person.

So when he looked at Leng Jiaren, it was more like looking at a little girl dotingly, looking at his own daughter, it felt like home.

Correct.

In fact, love is not everything, what Leng Lintian wants is a home, and he can have a home without love.

It's just that Leng Lintian refuses other people's invasion...

"Lintian, may I feed you?" Leng Jiaren smiled and picked up food from the table beside her.

Jing Jiaren closed the door silently.

If there is someone to accompany Leng Lintian, even if there is no love, it's not bad to be just like this.

……

Jing Jiaren finds herself caught in a corner, in a dilemma, no matter which step she decides to make, she will make a mistake.

Back to the room, it happened that the servant also came to deliver food to Ximen Longting, it was lunch time.

There was a sound of shattering, Ximen Longting didn't want to eat, kicked the dining car down, and the broken plates and food fell together.

Ximen Longting's cold voice came: "Get out! Who dares to provoke me again, throw it out of the window!"

I really have a bad temper.

It's a pity that the food was wasted all over the place. Just by the smell, Jing Jiaren's stomach was so hungry.

After thinking about it, she entered the huge kitchen...

The kitchen in the hotel is generally unused, with brand new kitchen utensils and clean and bright counters.

Jing Jiaren opened the cabinet, but found that all the seasonings were available.

It's just that the refrigerator is empty and there's nothing there.

Jing Jiaren wrote a note and asked the servant to go to the hotel kitchen to get the ingredients.

Ximen Longting never wastes the food she worked so hard to cook, let alone her hand is injured now.

Shortly after.

Jing Jiaren wore an apron, and brought a plate into Ximen Longting's room herself. She made it very simple, a large plate of pasta, Ximen Longting's favorite.

"Ximen Longting, can you eat something?"

"Get lost." He was straightforward and showed no mercy to her.

Ximen Longting typed without raising his head, his throat was very dry, and he coughed from time to time.How long can I last?He wanted to grab his throat and taste his own blood.

But she still came to tempt me: "It's very fragrant, put your favorite seasoning, and the pasta is soaked in cream..."

"Come closer and I smashed it."

"I made it myself."

Ximen Longting's raised hand suddenly stopped in the air, staring angrily at her injured hand: "Who told you to go to the kitchen!"

Jing Jiaren put down the plate in front of him, and went straight to the center: "Instead of killing Leng Jiaren, I have a suggestion. Let her stay and help us."

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