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

"Can I not be a beautiful woman?" Jing Jiaren suddenly said something surprising.

Several plastic surgeons looked at each other: "Why?"

"I just want an ordinary face..."

Ordinary so unobtrusive, he lived the rest of his life peacefully and ordinaryly.

"Miss, everyone has always wanted to be more and more beautiful, so plastic surgery is also aimed at the beautiful side. It is really tricky for you to make us look normal."

"Since you are high-end plastic surgeons, it shouldn't be difficult for you, right?"

"But your original facial features are too good, unless the plastic surgery fails."

"The plastic surgery failed?" Jing Jiaren asked, "How can you fail?"

"For example, the nose is crooked, the teeth are whistled, and the eyes are one big and one small..."

Isn't this destroying people?

This is not normal, but deformity.How will she meet people in the future?

Jing Jiaren finally chose a deep "British royal princess face", which is the name of the plastic surgeon.

Because she remembered that Ximen Longting said that he liked Chinese women, so he came here to choose a surrogate.

Moreover, making a foreign face is a good way to cover up one's eyes.

She didn't know why Master Ximen took so much trouble not to kill her, and why he gave her a plastic surgery and a whole vocal cord.

It's not that he has always killed people like hemp, he once really killed her with cruel hands.

If Leng Aofeng hadn't blocked the gun, she would have died in a pool of blood long ago...

And now he did so much just to separate her from Ximen Longting and save her life?

No matter what Master Ximen thinks, Jing Jiaren understands that as long as Master Ximen is alive, it is impossible for her to be with Ximen Longting.

Otherwise, next time her end will not be plastic surgery, but really death!

……

It must be a dream.

Jing Jiaren dreamed that she was lying on the operating table, and the four bright operating lamps hurt her eyes.

The needle shot out the medicine, and she was surrounded by doctors in masks.

Immediately afterwards, the needle pierced her skin.

The anesthetic entered the blood vessel, and she became muddled and fell into an unconscious chaos.

pain……

There was a huge pain that stimulated her nerves, so painful that she wanted to wake up, but her body couldn't move.

She dreamed that Ximen Longting was standing in an empty auditorium, wearing a neat suit, as if waiting for someone.

The white silk curtains are blown up by the wind...

Like a bride's gauze.

Obviously no one is playing, but the black and white piano keys are playing music by themselves.

[Ximen Longting. 】

When Jing Jiaren called him, he turned his head, his handsome face was as usual.

He pursed his lips and smiled evilly at her, and a woman in a wedding dress walked towards him.

The skirt of the wedding dress is made of white camellia petals, and the petals are dragging layer upon layer...

The woman smiled slightly, with an elegant neck and a noble temperament as proud as a white swan, she took Ximen Longting's arm.

Jing Jiaren frowned, that woman is "Jing Jiaren", then who is she?who is she--? !

【Ximen Longting, it's me. 】She opened her mouth to scream, but the voice was not her own.

【Ximen Longting, I am Jing Jiaren... Have you forgotten me? 】

【You said that even if I turn into ashes, I will remember me! 】

She screamed at the top of her voice, but saw Ximen Longting exchanging rings, hugging the woman in his arms, kissing her domineeringly.

In his eyes, only "Jing Jiaren" is full, and he can't see anything else...

【Ximen Longting, I'm in so much pain...】

pain.

The anesthetic gradually came to life, and Jing Jiaren woke up from the severe pain.