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

"Now SUN is also a little king, holding half of the rights. Before returning it to the old stubborn grandpa, why didn't SUN have the right to speak!?"

Ximen Longting glanced at Jing Jiaren, and Jing Jiaren pulled SUN to her side consciously.

Although she was also surprised by Ximen Longting's decision...

However, she believed that he had his own considerations in doing so, so she didn't interfere.

"SUN, don't interrupt, let them talk."

"Oh(⊙o⊙)."

"It's over." Ximen Longting threw away Master Ximen's collar, as if he had just been stained with some germs, took out a piece of paper, and wiped his hands carefully, "With this kind of person who is half buried in the loess, Nothing to talk about."

Jing Jiaren: "..."

Ximen Fenglie's face was serious, he didn't know if he was angry or coughing, he coughed repeatedly.

Vic patted Master Simon on the back, and the servant brought him tea to cheer him up.

Ximen Longting stood beside the bed with one hand in his pocket, smiling frivolously and disdainfully.

"When you are old, even if you refuse to admit it, you are old after all."

The Achilles heel of Ximen Fenglie is his age, his complexion turned livid in vain.

"The wrinkles at the corners of his eyes are all gone, and he pretends to be a boy all day long." Ximen Longting's venomous mouth is first-rate.

Ximen Fenglie coughed even louder.

"It's okay to look in the mirror more, a face that is as old as a ghost. I'm afraid JANE won't recognize you when she comes back."

Ximen Fenglie finally spoke, shaking with anger: "Get out!"

The corner of Ximen Longting's mouth turned coldly: "No need to send it away."

He just didn't like to see Ximen Fenglie's deep indifference, his high-cold attitude that didn't pay any attention to his words at all.

Ximen Longting didn't like to make a fuss, no matter what he said, he couldn't get a response, like a person talking to himself foolishly.

His existence has always been so humble, and he is not in the eyes of Master Ximen.

No matter what Ximen Longting does, it seems that he can't shake Master Ximen at all...

Even if it made Ximen Fenglie angry now, he still mentioned matters related to Jane.

Like his age—

Ximen Longting stood up straight. In the eyes of this man, he was finally not even a humble speck of dust.

The window was open, and the bright sunlight streamed in and spilled over the head of the bed.

Ximen Longting threw away the tissue, turned around and left with Jing Jiaren in his arms.

Ximen Fenglie leaned there, his lips twitched faintly: "Your temperament is very similar to mine."

He looked at the nothingness in the air, wondering who he was talking to.

"Even if you make a mistake, you still have to act willfully and recklessly once, and make a mistake to the end."

Ximen Longting stepped on his feet and said coldly: "Don't say I look like you. Do you deserve it?"

Master Ximen leaned there, looking at the bright sunshine outside the window... his eyes were dazed.

Ximen Longting didn't wait for an answer, and felt bored, so he dragged Jing Jiaren out.

SUN looked at them, then at Master Ximen, and stayed obediently.

Who told Master Ximen to be a sick man?

"Grandpa, Sun will tell you a story." Sun moved a stool and sat by the bed, flipping through the thick book of stories.

The Duke jumped onto the bed, grabbed the Imperial Seal in his mouth, and played with it on his paw...

"Ximen Longting, you returned the imperial seal, and you don't want your rights anymore, are you used to being an ordinary person?" On the way back, Jing Jiaren still couldn't help but wonder.

"Your husband, I don't have any power of my own? I want his?!"