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

clap clap.Ximen Longting applauded: "You come to mislead my fiancée... If the misunderstanding fails, will you join the army instead?"

Jing Jiaren's eyes were in a trance.

She finally understood how her mother's condition worsened, and she was hurt emotionally again and again.

Ximen Longting's love always hurt her like this... She was caught off guard.

Ji Zihan stared at Jing Jiaren questioningly, obviously wavering.

Jing Jiaren suppressed her anger: "Ximen Longting, why do you refuse to face reality?"

"Let me tell you what reality is." Ximen Longting suddenly picked up the notebook on the table.

Jing Jiaren understood what he was going to do: "Don't touch it!"

hiss--

The notebook split in two and was torn apart by a force.

Jing Jiaren reached out to grab it, but it was too late——

The notebook was tied up with a brown thread, and when it was torn off, the whole notebook fell apart.

She knew that if the notebook fell into Ximen Longting, it would be destroyed, so she went to Ji Zihan.The result is still the same?

In the notebook is her stomach cancer experience written down day and night...

She searched for information everywhere, checked side rooms, and sorted out some recipes for prolonging life.

It was easily destroyed by Ximen Longting.

She felt that it was not her own hard work that was a pity, but that these things were really helpful to Ximen Longting, otherwise she would not put down her body to find Ji Zihan and ask her to take care of Ximen Longting.

"You bastard!" Jing Jiaren suddenly grabbed the coffee and splashed it on Ximen Longting's face, "I really want to wake you up!"

"..."

Coffee juice splashed all over his face and dripped onto his hands and notebook.

The bodyguard gasped, and Ji Zihan's eyes widened in shock.

Wilson kept his head down and said nothing, not knowing what he was thinking.

The atmosphere froze to the extreme in an instant...

"Mrs. Leng, I am sober. The one who is not sober is you who has been pestering me all this time!"

Ximen Longting's face was icy cold, and he threw it hard, and the disconnected notebooks were scattered all over the place, flying all over the ground in front of Jing Jiaren.

Some of them were stained with coffee, and the dense handwriting appeared in an instant.

Nearby guests looked this way.

Ximen Longting's voice slammed to the ground: "Whatever you look at, get out of here!"

The bodyguard quickly stood up and rushed the guests away.

Seeing this, the violin band also stopped playing.

Jing Jia's heart throbbed, and she said slowly:

"Am I entangled?"

"You keep asking me the purpose of doing this today, and my purpose is very simple..."

"Just before I leave, I want to find a woman to take care of you instead of me."

"If I care about you and you are entanglement, why do you keep pestering me?"

"Ximen Longting, you always go your own way...you always put me out of your plan. You don't have me in any decision!"

"If you want to die, I won't stop you! As long as the reason you want to die is not because of me—"

Ximen Longting stared at her fiercely: "Without you, it has nothing to do with you."

Jing Jiaren nodded: "That's good, your life and death have nothing to do with me."

"..."

"It's good if you die. If you die, no one will threaten me anymore," Jing Jiaren rolled her lips, "I don't have to live a life of desperation every day. What's wrong?"

Ximen Longting's throat tightened, his Adam's apple rose and fell, and he seemed to have something to say, but he swallowed it anyway.

"Take off the chain." Jing Jiaren raised her feet abruptly, and put her slender legs on the coffee table.