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

"Would you like me to treat you?" Ximen Longting looked at her with raised eyebrows.

Jing Jiaren came back to her senses, tried her best to smile, walked to the inner tube and sat down.

Ximen Longting supported her shoulders, let her head rest on the tire, and her legs stretched out.

Although the tires are not big enough, they are soft and comfortable to lie on!

Lying on his back, looking at the clear blue sky, the sun shone warmly, illuminating the golden sandy beach on the ground.

There was a breeze, and Ximen Longting took off all his outer clothes, only wearing a thin shirt with the corners of his collar slightly fluttering...

At this moment, in Jing Jiaren's eyes, it was so beautiful.

Never forget.

"Ximen Longting, you also lie down beside me. This will be more perfect."

Ximen Longting lay down beside her, with one arm across her body, embracing her.

Each has a strong smell of sea fish.

Jing Jiaren leaned on his shoulder, her soft hair rubbed against his chin.

The two chatted for a while and ate some food.

Then Ximen Longting tied up the outer tire with a rope - Jing Jiaren slept on the inner tube, the smooth inflated layer.

The tire was hard, so Ximen Longting let Jing Jiaren sit on the tire and pushed her out against the waves...

Played surfing at the beach for a while.

Pulling the rope again, he dragged her away on the sand.

He would pick up beautiful shells and give them to her...beautiful thread, lying in her palm, very beautiful decoration, and can hold water.

I don't know when, the happy smile returned to Jing Jiaren's face...

It is the kind of happiness that has no city in mind and no worries.

Jing Jiaren also asked Ximen Longting to sit on the tire and tugged at the rope desperately.

She found that she couldn't carry Ximen Longting's words on her back, but she could barely walk a distance with a rope.

"Ximen Longting, if one day you get tired from walking, I'll drag you along like this!"

"I never get tired!"

Later, Ximen Longting propped up the dried canvas, found some iron sheets, and built an empty shelf.

All the wood was burnt, only the broken iron that could not be burnt.

There are long nails on many broken walls...

It took Ximen Longting a lot of effort to unload it, and then struggled to hit it on the iron sheet, rattling all afternoon.

The stone scratched his hand, Jing Jiaren couldn't stop him, so he tore off the cloth and wrapped his hand tighter to act as a glove.

In the evening, the canvas was spread on the tin frame to form a small tent, just above the tires.

Although it is small, it is just enough space for two people to lie down.

ok, at least temporarily have a shelter from the wind and rain, and don't have to be burned by the scorching sun anymore.

After a few days of wind blowing by the sea, and then fierce sun, the skin is dark and rough, and it is easy to lose moisture.

Ximen Longting threw away the stone that acted as a hammer and examined his masterpiece.

After finishing the accommodation, he will start tomorrow - the treasure-digging trip.

The big president checked the airtightness of the canvas: "From tomorrow onwards, you don't have to be afraid of being blown by the sea wind or sun!"

Jing Jiaren picked up some extra nails and made a sudden stop.

"Don't be afraid that you will grow old and ugly."

Jing Jiaren suddenly raised her head to look at him, her face was stunned - he knew? !

"Nonsense, what else are you women afraid of besides being afraid of being old and ugly?" He pinched her chin with his hand, "Maybe we will stay for a few days, as I try my best not to make you suffer."

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