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

As soon as Jing Jiaren clicked to send, the door suddenly opened, and a bodyguard poked his head out to look left and right. Finally, he looked down and saw Jing Jiaren sitting on the ground.

Then, the door closed again.

Jing Jiaren put away her phone, thinking that it should be about time, and the time was shorter than she expected.

She patted the ashes on her trousers and stood up. Sure enough, the door opened again, and the bodyguard said coldly, "Our master let you in."

Ximen Longting stood in front of the window, with one arm holding the other elbow, with a cold back.

The jacket has been taken off, he is wearing a tight shirt, and he can faintly feel the anger in his muscles.

Jing Jiaren waited for the bodyguards to go out, closed the door, and then stepped forward, hugging Ximen Longting from behind again.

"Are you less angry? Not so angry?"

"..."

"Ximen Longting, talk." Jing Jiaren hugged him and shook him, "Do you know how much I miss you? When I close my eyes, I can't believe it when I see you. I miss you so much—an illusion created."

"Make it up, keep making it up!"

Ximen Longting's hoarse voice was distressed, and he recovered his voice without using the voice changer.

Just listening to his voice was enough to reassure her... her heart throbbed endlessly.

Jing Jiaren leaned her face against his back, breathing in his scent hard.

Ximen Longting waited for a long time but there was nothing to say. He dragged her angrily in front of him, grabbed her shoulders and pressed her against the window sill: "Why don't you continue to make up? I have nothing to say?"

Jing Jiaren hooked Ximen Longting's neck with both hands, and tiptoed slightly——

The one who wanted to kiss him was looking at his strange face.

She knew he was Ximen Longting, but she still couldn't kiss him.

"I miss you," Jing Jiaren looked at him deeply, "Look carefully into my eyes, do you see it?"

Ximen Longting stared at her fiercely, and she also looked at him.

"See that thing in my eye?"

"Cold-blooded, ruthless!"

"..." Jing Jiaren, "Didn't you see my feelings for you? I really miss you, Ximen Longting, I miss you, I miss you."

She said "I miss you" like her little hand reaching into his heart and beating his heart hard.

He was slightly moved, and Jing Jiaren took his hand, imitating his previous movements and placing it on her heart: "Did you feel it? My heart..."

Ximen Longting pulled his lips coldly: "Hypocrisy!"

Jing Jiaren was dumbfounded: "I've already given birth to three children for you, how else do I need to prove my love for you? Ximen Longting, the biggest pain for a woman is childbirth."

For him, she would rather suffer three times...

Ximen Longting's cold eyes melted somewhat, but the tone in his heart still did not disappear.

"Back when you married Leng Lintian, you almost had his child." Ximen Longting withdrew his hand, walked to the sofa indifferently and sat down.

"The thing about Chen Guzi's rotten sesame seeds...why do you have to bring up old scores every time you quarrel?"

"Because of Leng Lintian, I haven't passed it for so many years!" Ximen Longting pointed his index finger at his heart, "I can't pass it!"

"..."

"You know that I can't get through it, but I hate him so much, you're still pouring salt on my wounds?" Ximen Longting sneered.At Jing Jiaren's family gathering that day, he got drunk and went crazy in front of so many relatives. He couldn't forget that she had been Leng Lintian's wife and betrayed him.