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

Jing Jiaren was not willing to give in, she bit and kicked, and started to slap in front of Ximen Longting.

He raised his eyebrows playfully, it's rare to see a woman so disregarding her image in front of him...

Jing Jiaren swooped, slipped on the soles of her feet, and suddenly fell to Ximen Longting's feet.

He looked down at her condescendingly: "Just wash it well, you don't need to give me such a big gift."

He mocked her!

Jing Jiaren gritted her teeth and grabbed his feet violently, trying to trip him.

An interesting light flashed in Ximen Longting's eyes.

Lifting her feet slightly: "Do you think anyone can kiss my feet if they want to?"

She grabbed Cheng Liang's leather shoes and held them in her hands.

He smiled coldly: "Since I like my shoes so much, I can reward you."

Jing Jia was furious, and the moment he was helped up by the servant, the shoe was thrown at him!

Ximen Longting turned his lower body slightly and dodged away.

Impatientness finally appeared in the eyes: "Drag her down and wash it!"

The vinegar smell on the body is easily eliminated...

The garlic taste in the mouth can usually remain for 16 hours.

After Jing Jiaren was washed and put on clean pajamas, the original fragrance appeared.

The best way to get rid of garlic is to drink milk.

But the method is to take a small sip and swallow slowly, let the milk stay in the mouth more, and the protein in the milk will react with the garlic, which can effectively fade the garlic smell.

Jing Jiaren didn't even want to drink milk, let alone put milk in her mouth to remove the smell.

Her purpose is to smoke him to death!

Cup after cup of milk was forcefully knocked over by her...

"Let go of me, I'm not a surrogate, you have found the wrong person!"

"Shh, Ms. Jing, don't worry about getting up and talking nonsense..." The servant said nervously, "Master, she accidentally fell down a few days ago, and she may have hit her head. She always talks nonsense."

Ximen Longting shrank his red eyes: "He fell to the head?"

"You just broke your brains, I'm sober!"

Another glass of milk was spilled.

Ximen Longting frowned: "I can't do a little thing well, what do I keep you for?"

"Master..."

"Go away!"

Holding the milk cup in his slender hand, Ximen Longting's tall figure loomed in front of Jing Jiaren.

This is an extremely handsome man.

His outline is profound, his facial features are exquisite, like God's most beloved darling, carefully carved out of a large piece of ice sculpture - it is not difficult to see his unfeelingness from his thin lips, his haughty and cold chin, his dark red pupils painted with gold, reflected in the cold light Among them, resolute and cold.

He stared at her coldly, without a trace of human emotion.

Forcibly pinching her jaw, he forced her to drink the milk...

The milky white liquid was forced into her mouth, and her hands, which were desperately resisting, were tightly clamped by the servant.

She coughed out of breath, and milk dripped from the corner of her mouth, flowing down her chin and into her snow-white neck.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

If one cup is not enough, pour another cup.

There was murderous fire in Jing Jiaren's eyes, and she looked at him with disgust.

Ximen Longting bent his lips amusedly, leaned towards her suddenly, and licked away the milk juice from the corner of her mouth.

The fragrance of her body and the fragrance of milk blended together, so easily aroused the desire of men...

He only felt his body tighten, and his soft tongue licked her chin, making circles.

Seeing this scene, the servant immediately left the room.

Rough big hands crumpled her nightgown, rubbing back and forth on her smooth skin.