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

Jing Jiaren leaned against the window and meditated.

Master Ximen has a violent temper and a bloody streak, even daring to kill his own son.Tiger poison does not eat its eggs.

How could he be willing to save a substitute lover if he was so cruel?

The more hope is Ximen Longting, she understands his character, and she has a little bit of confidence in asking him to help.

But when she thought that she would "use" him and get close to his world because of Mother Jing, she felt uncomfortable.

She didn't want to, unless it was absolutely necessary, she really couldn't provoke Ximen Longting and hurt him.

Right now, there is only time for dinner to see if there is a chance to communicate with Master Ximen.

Because the manor kept Mrs. Jing Jia for dinner, Master Ximen made all the hunting dishes.

evening.

The servant knocked on the door to announce that he could go to the restaurant for dinner.

In the dining room of the French court, even the wallpaper is made of gold leaf.

The long dining table cannot be seen from the camera at a glance.

It was the first time for Jing Jiaren to look at the chief seat of the host. It was so far away from the guests, and there were a few dignified bodyguards standing in the middle, with pistols on their bodies.

When Jing Jiaren entered the restaurant, a servant took out an instrument and shot at her and Leng Lintian.

See if you're wearing a firearm...

Then, he took out a gun from Leng Lintian's arms and found a knife from his boot.

Jing Jiaren and Leng Lintian had just passed the inspection when there were footsteps behind them. It was Ximen Longting and Ji Zihan who came.

Seeing them coming in pairs...Jing Jiaren felt uncomfortable.

Both had changed out of their riding clothes for orthodox evening dress.

The colors and styles complement each other, and it looks like they are in the same series...

Jing Jiaren's heart sank, watching the servant take out the equipment for inspection as usual.

Suddenly the instrument beeped, and the servant said respectfully, "Master, your pistol."

Ximen Longting's face was cold: "I didn't bring it."

After following Master Ximen for so long, he will not fail to understand the rules of the Ximen family.

"But the instrument is beeping..." the servant said awkwardly, "Can you take off your coat?"

Ximen Longting took off his suit jacket irritably, inside was a brown vest and a white shirt, British and princely.

The servant scanned it again, but the instrument was still beeping.

"Master... please take off your shirt."

Jing Jiaren frowned, what did Ximen Longting bring?

Ximen Longting said coldly and sarcastically, "Is there anything I can hide in my shirt?"

"Master, please follow the rules."

Ximen Longting suddenly took a look at Jing Jiaren, and took off his vest and shirt, revealing his muscular upper body.

Several servants became shy when they saw this scene.

Leng Lintian's cold voice rang in Jing Jiaren's ear: "Have you seen enough?"

Jing Jiaren suddenly came back to her senses, and hurriedly looked away.

And over there, the servant's instrument was still beeping: "Master, pants..."

Suddenly the servant's collar was grabbed.

At the same time, all the bodyguards in the restaurant took action, raising their weapons and aiming at Ximen Longting.

Jing Jiaren was taken aback, this is not a restaurant, it looks like a luxuriously decorated but heavily guarded prison cell!

"Master," the servant said innocently, "please cooperate with our inspection, otherwise...you are not eligible to participate in the dinner."

Ximen Longting darkened his eyes, he never bothered to offer a table to the old man Ximen.

Looking at that old face, he lost his appetite...

Sen Leng's eyes drifted to Jing Jiaren, she turned her face away and didn't look at him again.