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

"I just love being dirty by you!"

Ximen Longting hugged her tightly again, "I wear new clothes just to get dirty by you."

"..."

Jing Jiaren looked him up and down for a while, then thought: "You didn't just find a clothing store, did you?"

"shopping mall."

really.

"I'll take you to the shopping mall tomorrow." Ximen Longting's mouth curled into a ruthless smile, "It's been a long time since I took you out!"

What's so happy about finding someone who sells clothes? It's not about finding a store...

But it's better than nothing.

Jing Jiaren's eyes brightened: "Go together tomorrow? Are you willing to take me there?"

"Ah."

No wonder he didn't bring any of them back... But after a busy day, he just came back wearing a suit, so why did he spend the rest of the time?Excavation work?

No matter what, Jing Jiaren is full of expectations for tomorrow.

As usual, Jing Jiaren pushed Ximen Longting onto the only chair: "Husband Ximen, sit down."

Ximen Longting sat on the chair, Jing Jiaren smiled and squatted down to take off his shoes.

I saw that the shoes he was wearing were also Cheng Liang's, new ones...

The previous pair were so rotten that the soles of his feet fell off, but he nailed them up again with small nails, and they were so painful to wear.

Seeing that he had changed into new shoes, Jing Jiaren's eyes were slightly wet: "I found that you are still suitable for that kind of extravagant life of spending money like water."

"..."

"You are not fit to suffer at all."

"Nonsense! Who in this world is born to endure hardship?"

"Anyway, you are not suitable!"

Jing Jiaren took off his socks, and brought a small iron basin, which contained the finest sand she could find...

Anyway, she was usually bored and couldn't do anything, so she wandered around the beach and found the most delicate sand.

Put Ximen Longting's feet in, and rubbed them with the sand: "Do you feel comfortable?"

Ximen Longting raised his lips and leaned on the back of the chair: "Yes."

Jing Jiaren brought the last drinking water and poured it into a glass, which was only half a glass.

"Husband Ximen, drink water."

Sitting at his feet, she skillfully massaged the soles of his feet to relieve his fatigue.

It's the only thing she can do...

If Ximen Longting stops her, she will feel useless and sad.

Jing Jiaren rubbed the soles of his feet for a while, then rolled up his pants, rubbed his calves... Stirred his tendons, pressed his muscles.

Knocking on the thigh, then his stamina, shoulders, back...

Ximen Longting's long eyelashes were drooping, and his hair was blowing slightly in the night wind.

The batteries in the tape recorder were running low, the tape was spinning, and hoarse music was streaming.

Jing Jiaren dared not say that their water was completely used up.

Maybe tomorrow, they will die of thirst.

Jing Jiaren rubbed his shoulder vigorously, her arms were sore and hurt, but she didn't dare to stop at all.

"Jing Jiao~wife!"

"I'm not tired yet, you have a good rest."

"Is the drinking water running out?" He suddenly opened his eyes and asked.

"..." Jing Jiaren bit her lips, "It's okay, you know I'm a little dragon girl, how could I die of thirst."

"If you could control the rain, you wouldn't be so dry for so many days!" Ximen Longting squeezed the armrest of the chair tightly.

Although I changed into a clean one, my whole body was still gray and dirty.

Being able to take a bath now is a very big luxury...

The skin loses moisture and becomes uncomfortably dry.

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