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

Based on Jing Jiaren's experience, Leng Lintian should call to check the post at this time.

Sure enough, when Xiaoyi received the call, she immediately became nervous when she saw her expression, and even changed her sitting posture. Jing Jiaren knew who it was.

"Well, yes, young master...didn't eat anything, she...okay."

Obviously Leng Lintian didn't want to listen to her more, she was cut off several times when she wanted to speak, and reluctantly handed the phone to Jing Jiaren: "Our young master's phone number."

If Jing Jiaren is normal, she doesn't want to pick it up.

But today—

She took it in front of Xiaoyi, and pressed the PA button: "What's the matter?"

"Aren't you eating lunch obediently, are you waiting for me to go back to feed you?" Leng Lintian's voice came.

Jing Jiaren asked, "When are you coming back?"

"What, miss me? My company has to go back to China to deal with it." He raised his lips and laughed, "Don't worry, I won't forget you. When my dick gets better, I'll go back and love you."

Since Jing Jiaren suffered a brain injury and had a miscarriage, the doctor said that if she worked hard, her body would collapse.

Leng Lintian's business was urgent, so he didn't bring Jing Jiaren back to China. He planned to put her in Australia to recuperate first, so he sent his trustworthy left guard.

Jing Jiaren resisted the urge to curse: "Then I hope you will die, and you will never be well in this life."

"Hahaha," Leng Lintian disagreed, "I still want you to give me a kindergarten, how dare you not get better soon."

Jing Jiaren took a quick look at Xiaoyi.

She turned her face away, clenched her fists, and her face was unbearable.

Jing Jiaren smiled and said, "You're dreaming, I won't marry you, let alone give birth to you."

"I'm afraid it's up to you to choose—you, I'm married." He made a final decision.

Xiaoyi's shoulders trembled slightly, and her face was also waxy white.

Jing Jiaren strikes while the iron is hot: "Today's lunch is too bad! Is this how you take care of a seriously ill patient?"

"Just mention what you want to eat."

"Will you give me anything I want?"

"The future Mrs. Leng," Leng Lintian teased, "What do you want that I can't give? A collection of thousands of loves."

"Sounds tempting."

"Change your mind early, as long as you are obedient, I will give you whatever you want." After a pause, he said the same thing as Ximen Longting, "Except letting you go."

Seeing that her goal had been achieved, Jing Jiaren hung up the phone before saying goodbye, and handed it to Xiaoyi.

Xiaoyi was like a sculpture, standing still without moving.

Jing Jiaren played with her mobile phone and said meanly, "This lunch is really too bad. It's not to my liking. I want to eat something else."

"These are formulated for you according to your physical condition."

"Isn't there something that can keep me healthy and delicious?" Jing Jiaren made things difficult.

Xiaoyi wanted to explode, but she endured it: "Then you can tell me what you want to eat, and I'll let the nutritionist do it again."

"do not know.."

"Miss Jing, you are deliberately making things difficult for me."

Jing Jiaren raised her eyebrows: "You heard what your young master said just now. He said that as long as I want to eat, I can mention it."

Xiaoyi stared at Jing Jiaren coldly, and exploded: "Young master is romantic by nature, you are just the object of his favor for a while, don't be so self-righteous, really think you are something!"

"Does your young master tell every favored woman that he wants to marry her? When he fell in love with you..."