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

Now tell him the news of Miss Jing's arrest, maybe there is still a glimmer of hope?

Wilson hesitated, then thought again...

If Jing Jiaren was dead now, Ximen Longting would probably fight Master Ximen immediately.

After experiencing this failed "rebellion", Master Ximen is probably more defensive.

Ginger is old and spicy.

After all, Ximen Fenglie has experienced everything that Ximen Longting has experienced.He lived an extra 20 years!

Ximen Longting walked out of the ward awe-inspiringly, and suddenly his body sank, and he fell to the ground without any warning——

Wilson looked at Ximen Longting lying on the bed, his face was stiff and bloodless.

His eyes flickered slightly, as if he remembered something from a long time ago.

He has been by Ximen Longting's side since he was young, so it can be said that he has witnessed the growth of Ximen Longting...

Most of Ximen Longting's outline and facial features have been inherited from Master Ximen, and he has no resemblance to his mother at all.

Thinking of his mother, Wilson's eyes wandered for a moment.

He had to keep Ximen Longting alive.

Picking up the phone, he dialed Ximen Fenglie's number...

It is also raining in France.

Men stand on wide verandahs, sipping alone.

The maid standing aside held the phone and pressed the speaker button.

"Master, before the young master's illness is cured, can Miss Jing survive? Without Miss Jing, the young master refuses to receive treatment."

"Tie him to the operating table."

"When a patient refuses treatment, even if he is forced to undergo surgery, once he refuses to receive treatment after the operation, it will only be counterproductive. All processes must be closely cooperated with the patient to make it work. The cure rate of the young master's disease is inherently low... "

……

There was a small lamp in the ward.

The sleepy Ximen Longting was covered by the light, his voice was low and hoarse, and he was yelling something ravingly.

Wilson didn't need to get closer to listen, and he knew that his name was "Jing Jiaren".

The young master was worried about Jing Jiaren's safety, even in his sleep.

He has not slept well for three consecutive days, and his nerves are tense...

A burst of music sounded suddenly.

Wilson took out his mobile phone, it wasn't his, and he heard the sound of music coming from Ximen Longting.

He carefully took out the phone from his master's coat——

Suddenly, a big palm grabbed Wilson's wrist.

Wilson was really taken aback: "I'm afraid I'll disturb you..."

He opened his blood red eyes: "Is it her phone?"

"I haven't watched it yet...Young Master, you were woken up?"

He snatched the phone from Wilson, looked at the caller ID, and the moment he picked up the phone, there was a thunderous voice:

"Jing Jiaren, you ruthless woman, do you still remember my life? You know how to call me? Where are you?!" He missed her, damn it!

"I have something to deal with here... Ximen Longting, are you okay?"

"I'm lying in the hospital, do you think it's okay?" He snorted coldly, and said as threateningly as possible, "High fever, heavy stomach bleeding, the doctor said it's in the advanced stage, come back and collect the body for me."

"Really?"

"fake."

"Ximen Longting, don't be so scary!?"

"Disappear without saying a word, are you not afraid that I will really pass away?"

"I see that your roar is full of air, so it should be fine."

"Jing Jiaren—" Ximen Longting seemed to be out of breath and began to cough.

"Are you coughing? Have you taken your medicine?"