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

Jing Jiaren hurried back to the room with Star in her arms, and opened the bathroom door.

Ximen Longting was halfway off, and the water on his unkempt head had already been opened...

Jing Jiaren reached out to press the switch, and stared at him: "You don't want to die, you can't touch the water with your injuries!"

Ximen Longting seemed to have forgotten that he was injured. After she reminded him, he lowered his head to see the bandage on his chest, and the button he just opened was fastened back.

Jing Jiaren looked at him in surprise—what made him so out of his mind?It's so abnormal.

Ximen Longting buttoned up his shirt, walked out of the bathroom, and sat down on the big bed.

Jing Jiaren followed him back to the room, and saw Ximen Longting lying there concentrating on something, so preoccupied.

Jing Jiaren carried Star to the bed as well, and Star hugged Jing Jiaren tightly, not wanting to touch Ximen Longting at all.

Jing Jiaren stretched out her hand to touch Ximen Longting's forehead, she didn't have a fever.

"Ximen Longting, don't scare me," Jing Jiaren grabbed his arm and shook, "I warn you not to scare me like this!"

Ximen Longting stretched out his hand to press down on her hand, suddenly he seemed to wake up from a nightmare, his eyes finally had some focus, and he stared closely at Jing Jiaren.

Jing Jiaren was a little frightened by his eyes: "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Ximen Longting stared at her: "When did you come here?"

"What do you mean?"

"I told you to stay at home honestly, you forgot what I said!?"

Jing Jiaren put her hand on his forehead again: "Do you have a fever? Look clearly, where are you now?"

Ximen Longting scanned the room, his eyes flashed a little complicated.

"Have you been drinking?" Jing Jiaren sniffed, but she didn't smell alcohol.

Ximen Longting pushed her head away from sniffing: "I'm fine."

"Then you just—" What did Donggong Ziche do to him?

"I'm hungry." Ximen Longting stared at her, "Is there anything to eat?"

"You haven't had lunch yet? Wait, I'll let the servants do it..." Jing Jiaren stood up, with Star still in her arms, she took off his little hand and put it on the bed, "Hey, I'll be right back .”

"Mama!" Star stared at Jing Jiaren's leaving back, so nervous that he crawled over Ximen Longting's body. The wound on the big boss's chest was severely pressed a few times, and he groaned. Voice.

Star crawled to the edge of the bed and stumbled out of bed.

Jing Jiaren opened the door and told the maid outside to come prepare some food. In fact, if possible, she would rather go to the kitchen to make it for him herself.

But the current situation of Ximen Longting is very strange, Jing Jiaren dare not leave.

Star hugged Jing Jiaren's lap, tightly clutching her skirt, relying on her smell.

"Why did you follow me?" Jing Jiaren picked him up and went back to the room.

In normal times, Ximen Longting has long been jealous when he saw such a scene—her doting on her son, and his constant dependence on her.

Ximen Longting was sitting there, taking out his phone and pressing something.

As soon as Jing Jiaren approached, he put away his phone.

"Ximen Longting, I want to talk to you."

"Say."

"I'm sorry about what happened yesterday. I shouldn't have quarreled with you like that." She suppressed her proud personality and apologized in a low voice. "It's because I didn't put myself in your shoes. If I were you, I would be angry."