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

The room was claustrophobic, stagnant with a foul breath.

The TV screen showed Jing Jiaren's entire process from entering the airport to her registration at the security check.

Naturally including the scene when she was waiting in the VIP room.

The clothes she was wearing, the bag she was carrying, and the hat she was wearing all matched some of the pieces found.

The ring was on her slender finger, as was the watch.

The surveillance video was forcibly snatched from the airport, and Ximen Longting watched it over and over again.

On the screen, Jing Jiaren looked blankly, as if looking at him through glass.

The big palm pressed against the glass screen, rubbing against her face through the cold screen.

Wilson came in with his lunch and saw Ximen Longting kneeling on one knee, kissing Jing Jiaren's face on the screen.

It was as if the cold video was a living person...

It seemed that Jing Jiaren would come out of it in the next second.

Wilson trembled all over: "Master!"

"Get out-"

Ximen Longting growled lowly, and then coughed out of breath.

He had been exposed to heavy rain for too long that day, and he was very ill, lying on the sofa without eating or drinking, his lips were pale.

Once Wilson bumped into Ximen Longting standing in front of the wedding dress, looking at the gauze dress hanging on the figure frame and talking to himself, as if the wedding dress was Jing Jiaren.

But this time, Ximen Longting kissed the TV screen again.

Wilson was holding the food: "Master, you can't fall any longer, your stomach cancer will be cured, and you can't stand this kind of torture yourself."

"I told you to get out, don't you understand!?"

He stared at Wilson with bloody eyes, and sprang up like a wolf.

Wilson stood up straight: "Do you remember the letter that Miss Jing left for the young master before she left?"

"It seems that you really want to die?"

Breathing hotly, Ximen Longting walked in front of Wilson dully.

In just a few days, he was sloppy.

His eyes were bloodshot, his face was full of Raza's beard, his eyes were sunken with dark circles, and his body was filled with the smell of rotting wounds that refused to be bandaged...

His hand suddenly burrowed into Wilson's chest, adding a pistol.

The muzzle of the gun was on Wilson's head: "If you want to die, I will help you!"

Wilson's lips moved, neither walking nor avoiding.

He was also an accomplice in Jing Jiaren's end, and he had predicted this end a long time ago.

"Master, my life is yours, you can take it away at any time." He closed his eyes resignedly, "I'm just afraid that I will leave, and no one will serve you with all my heart."

"..."

"Master, your illness, Ms. Jing, has put a lot of effort into getting you well. Miss Jing also traded with the master for you. I hope you understand Miss Jing's intentions."

"..."

"I just hope Miss Jing didn't die in vain..."

The muzzle of the gun suddenly left Wilson's head, and he heaved a sigh of relief, thinking that Simon Longting was about to leave.

But when he opened his eyes, he saw Ximen Longting raised his gun to his temple...

"Master!"

Ximen Longting let out a strange laugh, and there was intense pain in his red eyes!

The pain of the fangs of a monster constantly tearing at his bloody wound, as long as he closed his eyes, the image of Jing Jiaren being exploded to pieces would come to his mind.

Like a nightmare that can never be lost...

After Jing Jiaren left, Ximen Longting also died, even if he was alive, he was like a walking corpse.

Tough fingers on the wrench...

A relieved sneer curled up on his lips.