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

Ximen Longting froze his pupils and opened her hand fiercely: "You didn't repay me with equal love, and you think I love too much!"

"I just hope you learn restraint."

"You think I love me too much!"

"Get up, I'll take a look at your wound..." Jing Jiaren knew that he was going to tug at the words again.

"You think I love it too much!!!" Sure enough, Ximen Longting held on to it.

"I'm wrong, okay?" Jing Jia was so angry that she really wanted to hit him, "I really want to hit you because you are so unreasonable."

Ximen Longting stared at her with his face turned: "Fight, there is a kind of you who beat hard... it's not like you haven't beaten before!"

Jing Jiaren unbuttoned his clothes, blood condensed into a lump.

"You came back after fighting with Leng Lintian? Then why didn't I meet you?"

Ximen Longting took off her hand, and she lifted it up again to continue the solution.

"Jing Jiaren, I don't want you to care!"

"Okay, I don't care about you." Jing Jiaren put down her hands, "This time you really did something wrong. When I did something wrong, I would please you and admit it, but this time I think I am right!"

"..."

"Ximen Longting, when you look back sometimes, have you noticed - you've been losing your temper? I'm like stepping on a bomb every day, worrying about your emotions, but you still blow me to pieces mercilessly. ."

Ximen Longting leaned on the head of the bed, his shirt was torn open, and blood was all over his chest, so he couldn't tell the extent of the injury.

Jing Jiaren looked at the blood and said, "Speak?"

Ximen Longting sneered and said nothing.

Without meeting Leng Lintian, when did he get angry with her?He doesn't listen to her and holds her carefully in his palm?

He got angry because he didn't know how to treat her, punish her, and couldn't do anything but get angry.

And the pain in his heart and the tightness in his chest were beyond his control.

"Forget it, a stubborn person like you will never make sense." Jing Jiaren turned around and walked out, opened the door to find a servant, and asked her to come to the imperial doctor.

"By the way, let's get your attention. If Wilson is back, let him know—Mr. Simon is back."

When Jing Jiaren returned to the room, Ximen Longting lay down on the bed again, the quilt was stretched into a ball, like an angry child.

Jing Jiaren originally planned to ignore him, but her heart was not so hard after all...

She tried her best to endure her anger. As Wilson said, the original intention of Ximen Longting's anger was love, and she tried her best to forgive his childish behavior.

Jing Jiaren sat down beside the bed and tore off the quilt: "Are you going to sleep like this all the time?"

"..."

"I don't want to deal with the injuries on my body, I don't want to deal with the East Palace, and I won't save my son and me back? You came down just to be jealous?"

"..."

"Ximen Longting, you are already a man in his 30s. You should be able to decide which is more important? Can you put down the trivial things at this time?"

Jing Jiaren looked at his silent back, turned to the other side of the bed and looked at his face, "Get up for me."

Ximen Longting's hair was messed up, his eyes were staring fiercely, and he was lying on the bed on fire.

Jing Jiaren grabbed his arm, desperately trying to get him up...

Ximen Longting finally sat up: "If there is a medicine in this world that makes me not love you, I will be the first to take it!"

"..."

"When the time comes, don't regret begging me again."

Jing Jiaren stretched out her hand and slapped him on the shoulder: "Don't say angry words!"