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

Jing Jiaren opened the closet, picked up a few coats and gestured at him, and quickly chose a small orange-colored solid-color single-button suit.

"The style is simple and elegant, and the focus is to look young. This color is very age-reducing."

"Young? Age reduction? Are you saying I'm old?"

"..." Jing Jiaren, "Why do you always pick up on my language problems?"

Ximen Longting snorted coldly: "If I remember correctly, he is older than me!"

"Yes, he is older than you."

Jing Jiaren picked up a striped business tie, wrapped it around his neck, and tied it flexibly, "He is inferior to you in everything, why do you compare with him?"

"Who said I was compared to him?"

"That is?"

"I want to prove in every way how discerning you were back then, how good your vision was when you fell in love with me!"

"My eyesight is pretty good." Jing Jiaren chuckled.He is obviously aggressive.

Pausing for a moment, Jing Jiaren looked down at his soft slippers. There are still shoes that have not been chosen yet, right?

A group of servants served behind him, some carrying ties, some carrying jewelry boxes, some pushing shoe carts...etc.

Jing Jiaren compared a pair of shoes: "Just this pair?"

"External heightening?" Ximen Longting's face suddenly became stinky, "I still need to wear external heightening?"

"..." It's really picky.

"I just thought the fit of the pair was pretty."

"Where does it look good? Such a high heel, looks good?!" Ximen Longting looked coldly, "If I remember correctly, I am 0 cm taller than him in terms of net height."

"You even know his net height? You really know yourself, know your enemy, and win every battle..."

"Jing Jiao~wife, you dare to tease me!" Ximen Longting twisted her chin, "When I was investigating his information, I scanned it by the way."

"It's so convenient... I have to glance at it by the way, and I even remember the decimal point."

"I have a good memory, you don't know that."

"Yeah, I have a really good memory, so good that I can even remember the decimal point."

Ximen Longting was offended by her: "Are you courting death?!"

"I'm teasing you, I like to see you seriously competing..." Jing Jiaren secretly laughed.

"No matter what you think, I am indeed 0 cm taller than him!"

0 centimeter is also worth mentioning...

Jing Jiaren changed into a pair of normal-soled cowhide shoes: "There is a saying: Love is like shells on the beach, don't pick the biggest one, don't pick the most beautiful one, but pick your favorite; once you pick it up, it will last forever." Don't go to the beach again."

"..."

"Cherish what you have and keep what you want."

Ximen Longting narrowed his eyes: "Aren't I the biggest and most beautiful one?"

"I mean, whether Leng Lintian is good or not, it has nothing to do with me."

Jing Jiaren wanted to squat down to change his shoes, but Ximen Longting grabbed her arm.After she became pregnant, he forbade her to squat down.

The servant beside him knelt on the ground cleverly, holding his shoes and changing them for him.

Ximen Longting sat down on the shoe-changing stool, and pulled her to sit on his lap: "No matter at any time, you are not allowed to squat down for anyone and rely on others."

"It's enough to rely on you alone, right?"

"I look up to you!"

"Obviously I am looking up to you." He is so machismo.

"I'm looking up to you, are you talking nonsense with your eyes open?" He spoiled her, wishing he could lick her toes every day, what else could he want?

"Master, Mr. Leng has arrived." The servant knocked on the door and announced.