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

The two men were vicious and merciless in their attacks, as if they wanted to beat each other to death.

Leng Lintian's initial leisurely comfort has disappeared, his forehead is a little sweaty, and he no longer sits on the sofa, it seems that his buttocks have been injured beyond recognition.

Ji Zihan asked Ximen Longting for several soft pillows so that he could barely sit up.

The two men were invisibly raging with anger.

Jing Jiaren held the poker cards, and she felt that Leng Lintian was changing his luck, because Ximen Longting had lost three games in a row, that is to say, he had been hit three times.

"Do you still want to play? It's getting late, let's go to rest."

Leng Lintian said indifferently: "Of course we play. What does Ximen mean?"

Ximen Longting said coldly, "I will accompany you at any time."

Two men are fighting, if one of them is beaten to the ground, the other will never stop.

"Childish!" Jing Jiaren shouted, "Stop making trouble."

"Honey, if you're sleepy, you can go back to your room and go to bed first." Leng Lintian seemed to be ruthless.

Ximen Longting pursed his lips coldly, killing everything.

Leng Lintian was about to take the cards from Jing Jiaren's hand. Jing Jiaren knew that they couldn't stop them, so she shuffled the cards vigorously.

Suddenly the sharpness of the card cut Jing Jiaren's finger, and a drop of blood dripped down...

Leng Lintian immediately grabbed her wrist and yelled her fingers into her mouth.

Jing Jiaren didn't react at all, he was already sucking and spitting out the blood: "I tell you to be careful, this card is very sharp."

Jing Jiaren did it on purpose...

"Go and rest, okay? If you continue to compare, you will only lose out."

"My wife really cares about me. I know my wife doesn't want me to be beaten..." Leng Lintian evoked a sarcasm smile, "However, I have a personal grievance with him. My Leng Lintian's things, anyone who peeps Everyone has to pay the price!"

Jing Jiaren's eyes froze.

In their eyes, she is a thing, not a person, and has always been the object of these two men's struggle.

But it was also Leng Lintian who snatched it from Ximen Longting, using despicable means...

In any case, they never respected her feelings.

Jing Jiaren took the cards abruptly and shuffled them again. Hurrah, her hands were cut several times.

Seeing her intention, Leng Lintian grabbed the cards and threw them into the trash can.

How could he have the heart to continue betting on the blood-stained card?

He took Jing Jiaren's hand and wiped the blood with a tissue: "Bring the Band-Aid!"

Jing Jiaren lowered her gaze. At this time, Ximen Longting was sitting leisurely, indifferent to her wound.

She hurt herself because she was afraid that Ximen Longting would be beaten, but I'm afraid Ximen Longting would think that she was afraid of Leng Lintian being beaten.

That's fine, as long as they don't continue to gamble, it's fine.

The servant brought a band-aid, and Leng Lintian helped her wrap her finger.

Then he said coldly, "Bring the dice here."

dice?

Jing Jiaren stood up coldly: "Leng Lintian, you still want to play!?"

Leng Lintian looked at Ximen Longting with bloodthirsty eyes: "As long as Ximen is with you, I will be with you to the end."

He knew that Jing Jiaren hurt his finger to save Simon.

Instead, this move was like a hammer hitting his chest, arousing his fighting spirit.

Jing Jiaren looked at Ximen Longting...

He played with the ring on his finger coldly: "The opinion is the same as above."

The dice were quickly brought over.

Ximen Longting moved 356 points, and Leng Lintian moved 236 points.Obviously the former is bigger.