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

Jing Jiaren crawled up and down the room looking for the camera...

Especially the hanging paintings, each one is taken off to see.

"Miss Jing, you are pregnant, be careful with the child..."

Jing Jiaren frowned and had no choice but to give up.

Here, on the extended Bentley, Ximen Longting has a computer on his lap, watching Jing Jiaren sit back on the bed with a face full of resentment, picks up a needle and starts to learn fingers again...

Ximen Longting's fingers moved the touch screen, zooming in on her face to the entire screen, and she never got tired of watching it.

The thinned lips slowly evoked a satisfied smile.

"Master."

Two bodyguards who came out of the mansion knocked on the car window: "We just went in and asked, and they said that Mr. Jing is not at home, and this mansion will be sold soon."

Ximen Longting's eyes were sharp: "Sell it?"

"Yes, it is said that he has recently become obsessed with gambling, and all the properties under his name have been gambled away one after another." The bodyguard reported truthfully, "He has been home for the past few days, either drunk or smashed things... the valuables in the house The things were also sold, and all the servants were fired, leaving only a few old servants."

Ximen Longting stared coldly, and entered his supreme account name and password in the notebook with his slender fingers.

Soon, he checked the news that all the companies under Jing Huatian's name had been relocated.

Moreover, he still owed a huge amount of money to the bank, and his fund account was frozen...

"Investigate all the open casinos in city B immediately!"

Casca Casino.

This casino is magnificently decorated and open all day long. It combines five-star hotel resorts, restaurants, singing and dancing performances and other entertainment items, and provides free meals to attract and retain gamblers with huge betting ability.

In front of the luxurious gaming table, Jing Huatian pushed the last pile of chips on the baccarat: "I'm free."

"Wait, I'm buying Zhuang."

Jing Huatian moved the chips to the front of the dealer again.

A face was bloodless, lips were pale, and the whole body was trembling.

"Wait, I'm still—"

"Buy and leave, the last chance to change, is it the dealer or the idler?"

Jing Huatian took a deep breath, and drank the cocktail in a trembling breath: "I still buy Zhuang, and I won't change it."

draw.

"Seven for the player, six for the banker. The player wins."

Jing Huatian's sweat was as follows: "I should buy the idle ones, I should buy the idle ones..."

"Mr. Jing, you have no bargaining chips."

"I should have bought the idle one just now." His eyes were lost. If he bought the idle one, he would turn back.

"Mr. Jing, as far as I know, you have just sold your last property in Akita. You are now a pauper."

He is poor. He has worked hard for decades to start from nothing, but now he has nothing.

"You played a trick, you all joined forces to defraud me!" Jing Huatian suddenly stood up angrily and pushed down the chips.

Several tall bodyguards rushed over immediately to restrain him.

Jing Huatian's face was pressed against the gambling table, and he heard the arrogant devil's voice laughing: "Mr. Jing, you said that we have partnered up to cheat, and there must be evidence for what you say. I would like to accept the bet. If you are naughty again, be careful what you eat!" Can't walk around."

Jing Huatian's eyes went blank, and he burst into tears.

The casino was noisy and noisy, and no one felt sorry for his bankruptcy.

In casinos, this kind of thing happens a lot...

In the shadows of the bar, a man in a sombrero, smoking a Cuban cigar, watched the whole thing.