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

Jing Jiaren was speechless, she probably felt too guilty for Star, and she wanted to make it up to him.

And star's quiet personality made her willing to praise him more...

As for Ximen Longting and Sun, both of them are already proud of themselves without her boasting.If you boast a few words, your nose will immediately go up to the sky.

"Ximen Longting, if you are bored, go make milk for Star."

"There are servants!"

"You can't do your father's duty?"

"I didn't see him fulfilling his son's duty!" Ximen Longting raised his long legs, and when he heard the phone ringing, he took out his phone dissatisfied.

It was a text message from Leng Lintian:

[Beauty, if it's inconvenient, I'll take her out of town first? 】

Ximen Longting looked up and saw that Jing Jiaren was sitting in front of the desk with Star in his arms, one hand resting on Star's hand, teaching him to write stroke by stroke.

Ximen Longting opened the text message boredly: [Get lost. 】

After sending it successfully, I looked at the information exchange records between her and Leng Lintian.

After confirming that Jing Jiaren did not do something sneaky behind his back, Ximen Longting was a little happy, and exited to check other places on the phone.

Camera - is the place that bears the brunt and cannot escape.

There are some photos of Star sleeping in the phone, a group photo of Jing Jiaren and Star sleeping on the bed, and...

Ximen Longting flipped his thumbs one by one, and suddenly his fingers froze!

"Scenery...beautiful...people..."

Jing Jiaren held Star's hand and wrote a lot of her own name on the paper: "This is my mother's name."

star childishly imitated her speech: "Jin Jiaren..."

"It's Nian Jing," Jing Jiaren corrected, "There are too many gestures."

"It's a beautiful woman," Star read along earnestly, "Give me more..."

Jing Jiaren couldn't help laughing, this little thing can pick the point.

Suddenly, an extremely frightening mass of cold air approached, and a radius of more than ten meters was about to be frozen into ice slag.

Jing Jiaren didn't need to look back, it was as if she had seen that gloomy and terrifying mass of air pressure!

She asked without frowning: "Ximen Longting, are you really that boring?"

"..."

"What's bothering you? Do you have any objections when I take my son to learn how to write?"

The cold air and murderous aura were getting stronger and stronger, and a pair of sad eyes were staring at her back!

Jing Jiaren could feel Ximen Longting's terrible anger, and if he ignored him, the world might explode.

Jing Jiaren put down her hands and turned her face helplessly: "Eldest son, what's wrong?"

Sure enough, Ximen Longting was standing behind her, staring at him with a pair of hazy red eyes, his face pale.

"Who is he? Is it my blindness, the illusion of my eyes, or are you really betraying me—"

"he?"

"Jing Jiaren, please explain!"

Jing Jiaren was in a daze, Ximen Longting suddenly lifted up the phone, he pressed the screen to light up, and a photo of Leng Lintian and Star lying on the bed was revealed.

Star slept very comfortably, Leng Lintian leaned against the head of the bed, wrapping around the top of Star's head with one hand, covering the child... like a safe umbrella.

A handsome big man, and a pretty little boy, the style of painting is very beautiful.

"How come?" Jing Jiaren couldn't believe it, she had already deleted it!

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