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

Ximen Longting frowned slightly, as if sensing something, he turned around abruptly.

The gate was empty, and there was no sign of Jing Jiaren...

She hid on the European-style Roman column by the door, biting her lower lip tightly.

The sound of the car moving——

Her lips trembled slightly, and when she heard the car drive away, she finally couldn't hold back, and big tears fell down.

Jing Jiaren, be brave, this is only a temporary separation.

She kept telling herself, but she couldn't control her body at all. She rushed out, stood in front of the gate, and looked at the direction the car was leaving.

The pain in her heart couldn't be stopped, she pressed her chest hard, and walked a few steps forward in a daze, but her whole body was so weak.

There was no strength in her legs, so she squatted slowly to the ground, tears poured down like rain, and the ground was wet in her throat.

She just squatted in front of the door and wept vigorously.

I forgot how long I cried...

Forgot since when she had cried so heart-piercingly.

Until a voice called her: "Young Mistress, are you alright?"

She raised her head in a daze, and got up with the help of the servant.

When she got back to the apartment, she started packing up her things.

Sitting at the desk in front of the window, she picked up a pen and paper and stared blankly out of the window.

It took a long time before she had a trace of thoughts and wrote...

……

Two in the afternoon.

"Sorry, the subscriber you dialed is powered off..."

Ximen Longting closed the phone forcefully and rubbed his temples.

Damn it, he clearly warned her that she must keep the phone switched on 24 hours a day at all times.

For some reason, he was flustered and restless today, his heart was so empty that he seemed to be missing the most important organ.

There was a faint danger hanging over him.

Did the words of leaving Qianjing Jiaren affect him?

He wanted to ask what happened!

Dial the phone back to the apartment, and the servant picked it up——

[Young Mistress?She left half an hour ago...]

[Without any bodyguards, she insisted on going out alone. 】

【She cried all morning and said inexplicable things. 】

【She asked us to take good care of you, as if she was about to go away. 】

【By the way, she still has a letter for us to give to you, saying that you need to open it yourself. 】

Cars are roaring down the road!

The scenery on the side of the road became blurred, and the speed of the wind...

Ximen Longting had a gloomy and bloodthirsty expression on his face, clutching a gun tightly in his hand, clasping the handle, and pointing the muzzle at the driver.

"hurry up!"

He growled over and over again, and the speed of the car had been increased to the maximum, as if he was about to race against his life.

At the red light, the sports car whizzed by!

It was so thrilling that it almost collided with a big truck...

At 02:30 in the afternoon, Jing Jiaren was sitting in the VIP room of the special zone at the International Airport of City B, staring blankly at the certificate in her hand.

The four bodyguards sent by Master Ximen stood at the front, at the back, at the left, at the left, respectively.

Flight U8569, the flight to Amsterdam, the Netherlands is waiting to take off.

45:[-]...

There was a harsh brake sound, and the front of the car directly hit the wall of the gate.

The heavy force caused the people in the car to hit the protective glass.

A burst of sharp pain hit~, and Ximen Longting's head became dizzy, as if the world was spinning.

Red warmth dripped from his forehead.

He pushed open the car door, staggered out of the car, blood dripped across his long eyelashes, making his vision blurry.

The servants looked at him in amazement...