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

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Jing Jiaren couldn't hear a word of what the host said.

She just felt that the strength she had worked so hard to support for so many days was suddenly taken away by a big hand.

Jing Jiaren leaned against the TV screen and slowly slid down.

Tears continued to overflow from the eyes, soaking the bandages.

Ximen Longting, Ximen Longting...

Her whole world was filled with his name, and there was a strong desire to go back to him immediately and tell him that she was still alive.

A group of bodyguards stepped down from the plane. Because the perspective was too far away, Ximen Longting's figure was only blurred for a moment.

Like a fleeting meteor.

Jing Jiaren's eyes were dazed, she pressed her fingers on the screen, and couldn't hold back her hoarse crying, which overflowed her throat.

"Just had plastic surgery and crying like this won't help recovery."

A voice came from afar, with a doctor's compulsive tone.

Jing Jiaren clenched her fists and just leaned against the screen without speaking.

"Pregnant women kneeling in this position are not good for the fetus, and the ground is cold, so get up quickly."

Hearing these words, Jing Jiaren's figure was moved a little.

She has nothing now but this precious child...

Jing Jiaren propped herself up and wanted to get up, but a pair of white and doctor's hands were handed to her to help her up.

Jing Jiaren said hoarsely, "Thank you."

"You're welcome, Miss Jing."

It was only then that Jing Jiaren recognized that the man in front of her was her plastic surgeon, Mr. Wang.

He looks fair and has a bookish air...

From his perfectly manicured nails and his meticulous clothing, it can be seen that he is a very particular about life.

Commonly known as perfectionists.

Several bodyguards followed behind Mr. Wang and bowed to Mrs. Jing: "He brought them here, let's chat."

Jing Jiaren came back to her senses: "Doctor Wang, I want to ask you some questions about my plastic surgery, so I invite you here. The method is a bit reckless, I hope you don't mind."

"It's okay, I like to communicate with beauties." Mr. Wang shrugged casually, "If you didn't call someone to come to me this time, I would still worry about how to get in touch with you. Fortunately, I gave you my business card in advance , and you didn't forget to look for me."

Jing Jiaren was slightly surprised: "You want to find me?"

"It's like this. I have something personal to tell you about your surgery."

Jing Jiaren was even more strange——

Personal matter?

"Is it convenient to talk here?" Mr. Wang looked around, "Need to find a more secluded place."

"It doesn't matter. They are all my people here. They won't hurt me. Tell me. Dr. Wang sat down and said."

Jing Jiaren tried her best to recover, and asked the servant to turn off the TV so as not to affect her mood.

Mr. Wang got straight to the point: "I am a perfectionist. I chose to be a plastic surgeon because I have an extremely fanatical pursuit of beauty."

"Well, I probably guessed it too."

"Miss Jing is the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," Dr. Wang said bluntly. "The first time I saw you was at your prosperous wedding, which was broadcast live nationwide. I was astonished at first sight."

Jing Jiaren didn't expect her appearance to get such a high evaluation, especially from a plastic surgeon.

"At that time, I took the liberty to think that Miss Jing must have put on makeup, which had been modified the day after tomorrow...Even so, your agility in a glimpse still amazed me, and I have a deep impression on you."