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

Jing Jiaren was slightly taken aback. This dress... probably he ordered Wilson to buy it when she went in to take a shower.

Otherwise, it will not be delivered at this time.

That means, he doesn't want to kill her at all, otherwise why would he buy her clothes?

Then why did he ask her to call her husband for verification?

Jing Jiaren gave Ximen Longting a strange look. She had never been able to figure out what this man was thinking. 3 years ago yes, 3 years from now...

Jing Jiaren took out two Armani clothes from the bag and put them aside, she now needs to change into new clothes and leave.

Carrying the bag back to the bathroom, she took out a female skirt...

Chanel's, two CCs back to back.

There was a wry smile on the corner of her mouth. She was mistaken for a surrogate, and she was wearing this brand.

It seems that even the style of the skirt is similar, and it is also goose egg yolk...

Jing Jiaren took out her underwear and panties, and bought them according to her size.

Her cup is one size bigger than [Jing Jiaren], and he bought it right...

That is to say, he knows her size?

Jing Jia's heart was sour. He had played with so many women before, so he naturally knew women's bodies like the back of his hand.

Maybe he was so powerful that he could tell the size with just his eyes, not to mention they were overturned and his hands covered her.

Ximen Longting stood there coldly.

He almost thought she was Jing Jiaren...

He actually went to see her body size, straightened her body to see her height...

With a cold and flirtatious smile on the corner of his mouth, he felt that he was crazy.

Jing Jiaren died three years ago, and her body and temperament are indeed similar to [Jing Jiaren].But the world is so big, and there are so many similar people...

A cigarette was burning between his fingers.

The bathroom door opened, and Jing Jiaren came out wearing a goose yellow dress.

Ximen Longting faced her, seeing that this woman was similar to Jing Jiaren except for her face.

He took a deep breath of the cigarette, but suddenly choked on himself.

Jing Jiaren didn't dare to look at him, took out a pair of sunglasses from her bag, and went straight to the door.

She walked almost like a run.

The door opens and slams shut—

He closed his eyes coldly, and said that he would go to see a psychiatrist tomorrow, whether he was also infected with delusional disorder!

The moment Jing Jiaren closed the door, she saw Wilson and two bodyguards at the door...

In fact, Wilson and the bodyguards have been guarding outside the opera house, waiting to be dispatched at any time.

Jing Jiaren nodded to Wilson and left.

Looking at her back, Wilson frowned, feeling a bit like Miss Jing...

Half an hour ago, Wilson suddenly received a call saying that he wanted to buy women's clothes, and he even wanted to hide his underwear. He thought it was going to rain red!

For more than 3 years, Ximen Longting has never touched any woman, including Ji Zihan of course.

As a subordinate, he felt very worried...

The young master is sincerely affectionate, but he doesn't touch women in the year of the tiger, for fear that he will get sick after a long time.

Just a few days ago, the doctor vaguely said that the quality of the young master's sperm was poor...Men should relax themselves properly, otherwise they will suffocate themselves.

Long-term suppression of desires, I am afraid that I will not do it in the future!

It took Wilson a long time to persuade Ximen Longting to come to this high-end brothel.

I didn't expect this step to be right... The young master finally opened his mind and saw it.

Wilson thought for a moment, then ordered the two bodyguards: "Follow!"