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

"Is it that good?" Jing Jiaren smiled wryly, "Antonyms are strong, stubborn, vicious, selfish, and self-centered..."

"Personality is a double-edged sword. No one is perfect in every way... In my heart, you will always be the best."

After shopping all day, I ate dinner outside.

Fortunately, although there are many clothes bags, they are not heavy, and they are close to the way home.

When he was about to walk back to the villa, the horns of arrogant cars ran through the street.

A white sports car rushed straight ahead. This limited-edition sports car has a cool appearance. Like the Miura convertible sports car in the past, it is also a model that fully expresses the image and spirit of the Lamborghini brand.

The high profile immediately aroused people's attention on the street.

I almost ran into passers-by crossing the street a few times...

Whoosh, just when Jing Jiaren thought it would hit her, it passed by her and entered the villa compound.

A gust of wind lifted the hair of the two women.

Jing Jiaren frowned, of course she would not forget this car, Ximen Longting took it out last night!

The door with two butterfly wings opened, and a beautiful and enchanting woman got out of the car first.

In this kind of cold weather, she has a tight-fitting little cheongsam inside, a white fox-fur coat on the outside, and gray silk stockings on her long legs, so she is not afraid of the cold.

Jing Jiaren frowned, that woman's profile was indeed beautiful.

Although the makeup is heavy - but not every woman can control the aura of heavy makeup.

She smiled and greeted Jing Jiaren: "Can you help me, he's drunk."

Drunk driving?

Jing Jiaren frowned, feeling uncomfortable seeing this woman appear.Immediately afterwards, the man who got out of the car had two red lip prints on his cheeks, which made her even more uncomfortable!

Ximen Longting leaned against the car body, with a cold sneer on the corner of his mouth.

That mocking gaze glanced at the bag in Jing Jiaren's hand...

His eyesight was clear and his mind was also clear, but under the influence of alcohol, his body was a little out of control.

The woman rushed over to help Ximen Longting, several servants and bodyguards who heard the wind also came out to help.

Jing Jiaren watched Ximen Longting being staggered into the house.

No matter how decadent he was before, he never knew how to play with women—even if he did, it was outside, where Jing Jiaren couldn't see, so she didn't know.

But today is the first time I brought it back.

Jing Jiaren's temples were aching.

"Wait, let's go in by the side door."

Jing Jiaren didn't want to see the scene that made her sting, so she went up the stairs leading to the second floor with Wen Xinnuan on her arm.

Throwing all the bags and bags on the ground, Wen Xinnuan collapsed on the sofa and kicked off the high heels on her feet: "It's been a long time since I've been shopping like this, I'm so tired, my whole body hurts!"

Jing Jiaren stood by the window, looking at the sports car parked in the yard.

"beautiful woman?"

"En." Jing Jiaren turned around.

"Does he often bring women back?" Wen Xinnuan asked tentatively.

"No, this is the first time." Jing Jiaren's eyes darkened, "However, I'm afraid there will be many times in the future."

Could it be that she is really walking the old path of warm heart?

"Are all men so greedy for the new and forget the old?"

"No, not all men are like this... There are good ones too." Jing Jiaren felt very tired, "It just so happened that we didn't meet them—or if we did, we didn't have the good fortune to catch them."

"Miss Jing." A servant knocked on the door.