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

"What is there that I don't need to know?" Seeing that she could no longer hide, Jing Jiaren simply stopped hiding and walked in to ask openly.

Ximen Longting glanced at Wilson: "Go down."

"It's the young master." Wilson saluted, "Ms. Jing, good morning, then I'll go down."

Jing Jiaren put down the food, and quickly chased after her: "Wilson, what happened just now? It's about Donggong Ziche?"

Wilson stood still and said awkwardly, "Miss Jing, you know I won't tell you."

"Ximen Longting has just come, you just listen to him completely, you really are loyal."

"Sorry Miss Jing."

"Forget it, then you just need to answer me, is it about Donggong Ziche?" Jing Jiaren knows Wilson's personality is stubborn, and if Ximen Longting tells him not to say anything, even if the knife is on his neck, he will not let go , so don't waste your lips.

"This……"

"You answer me yes, or no?"

"Yes."

"I see." Jing Jiaren felt disappointed, Donggong Ziche really found him, what would he say to Ximen Longting?

It happened that a servant came into the room with food and the beautiful lady first...

The maid was very active, her eyes were almost heart-shaped when she looked at Ximen Longting. When Jing Jiaren entered, she happened to see Ximen Longting turned over all the food with a wave of his hand.

"Get out!"

The maid was startled, not even daring to clean up the things that fell on the ground, and ran out with tears in her eyes.

Jing Jia was calm and calm, she guessed right, every time this man got angry, he would have trouble with her.

"Only a fool would take other people's faults and punish yourself... You don't eat and abuse yourself every time you get angry. Ximen Longting, you are usually very smart, why can't you think about it at this time?"

"You don't have to worry about my business!"

Jing Jiaren picked up her share of pasta and went over: "I made this."

She was afraid that he would knock it over, she warned in advance.

Putting the noodles on the bedside table, Jing Jiaren was thinking - it might be a project to persuade Ximen Longting to eat.It's really like serving my son, asking grandpa to tell me if I invite him to dinner.

However, before Jing Jiaren could coax him, Ximen Longting moved to the side of the bed, picked up the fork, rolled a few noodles and put them in his mouth.

Jing Jiaren was ready to feed him, seeing how self-conscious he was, she put her hand down.

"You didn't eat yesterday, eat more."

Jing Jiaren came over with a wastebasket and a rag, and cleaned up the spilled things.

"What were you and Wilson talking about just now? Did Dong Gongzi look for you?"

Ximen Longting ate noodles with his body bent, his upper body was naked, and his wound was wrapped with a bandage.

"Why don't you let me know? If you have something to say, we can figure it out together."

"..."

"Didn't we agree before that if there is something to do together, you can't hide it from me."

Ximen Longting squeezed the fork tightly, and said in a cold voice: "You discussed it with me when you came down, and figure out a solution together with me?"

Jing Jiaren opened her mouth and choked.

"In the future, I won't ask about any of your decisions. You can do whatever you want."

"It's impossible for you not to ask questions." Jing Jiaren was sure that Ximen Longting's character would not be able to do it.

Ximen Longting didn't answer, he swept away the last few noodles, threw the fork into the plate, and got up to get dressed.

Next to the bed was a set of clean clothes, which he had probably asked Wilson to bring.