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

Jing Jiaren froze: "Is it okay?"

"of course can."

"No!" Luo Lei's voice came from the door.

He is like a ghost now, wherever Wen Xinnuan appears, he will follow silently.

"Why not? The beauty is leaving soon, can't you fulfill her last wish?"

"Why should I help her fulfill her wish? What benefits do I have?"

Wen Xinnuan stared: "You are too selfish, you don't understand style!"

"..."

"Roy, I hate you!"

Luo Lei frowned: "You hate me every day, even if I don't do anything. I'm used to being hated by you!"

Wen Xinnuan bit her lower lip: "If you help Jing Jiaren, I won't hate you so much."

"Really." He smiled coldly, dismissively, "Wen Xinnuan, do you think I'm an idiot?"

"..."

"Unless you sleep with me tonight." Luo Lei raised one lip sideways, staring at her solemnly, "put away your bad temper and be nice to me."

"Then you agreed?"

Luo Lei's stiff voice: "Look at your performance!"

Jing Jiaren: "..." You know Luo Jian's typical soft-spoken and soft-hearted.

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bang bang bang-

Every morning at this time, the punctual gunfire sounded.

The servants in the apartment panicked at the beginning, but now they are used to it...

Because the first thing Ximen Longting does when he wakes up every day is to hold a gun and shoot!

All the empty walls in his room were covered with portraits of Sir Simon.

The extremely similar faces of the two would make people mistakenly think that it was his own photo.

The faces of the portraits were covered with bullet holes one by one.

On the extra-large bed, the man who just woke up was bare-chested, and the rose scars on his chest and abdomen became tense with every stretch of muscle.

Ximen Longting's eyes were on fire, and he would usually fight paranoidly for more than an hour, until his whole body was exhausted, and all the portraits were riddled with holes...

Bullet casings fell on the big black bed.

He leaned against the pillow, his bangs were dripping with sweat.

Wilson knew the young master was awake when he heard the first shot.

The continuous gunshots startled the pigeons in the garden to take off, and their white feathers fluttered in the sun.

The last shot fired, and the bullets ran out.

Ximen Longting coldly threw away the pistol, got up and walked into the bathroom.

Wilson opened the door and quickly had the portrait taken down, and the servants raced against time to make the bed.

When the bathroom door was opened, the whole room returned to its clean and tidy state. Wilson bowed his head and stood aside, reporting the progress of the underwater cemetery.

"Master, after a month and a half of rush work, the underwater cemetery was completed this afternoon."

Ximen Longting calmly walked to the dressing mirror and looked at the thin and heartless face in the mirror.

Two bodyguards opened a portrait.

That is the artwork for the submarine cemetery designed by Ximen Longting himself...

It's more like a cemetery than an underwater crystal palace.

Big bed, tables and chairs, cabinets, all the luxury of top-level configuration.

"Will she like it?" He coldly stretched out his hand to touch the mirror, as if he saw Jing Jiaren standing in the mirror, looking at him with a warm smile.

"Miss Jing will definitely like it. I believe Miss Jing will understand what the young master wants."

The woman he loved the most was smashed to pieces after death, and even the whole body could not be found.

His fingers slid across the glass feebly and fell.