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

Ximen Longting reached out his hand in time, hugged her into his arms, narrowed his sinister eyes, and smiled mockingly.

Of course he couldn't do anything, he just frightened her...

And she, is she sure that he is reluctant to do it? !

With his big palm passing through her cloud-like hair, he took off his coat to wrap her around her, and hugged her by the waist.

……

Because Jing Jiaren's wound was wet, coupled with the shock and nervous tension during the escape, she developed a high fever under the double blow of shock and wound infection.

A fine lace curtain hangs down from the complicated bed.

Jing Jiaren was lying on the big pillow, her face was as pale as snow.

Beside the bed, a cold figure sat for a long time...

The wounds on his hands had scabbed over, and he slumped to his knees.

Wilson seemed to see the young master [Jing Jiaren] who was in so much pain when he just passed away!

He exuded a breath of death.

Regardless of whether Elizabeth is [Jing Jiaren] or not, it is undoubtedly a heavy blow to Ximen Longting!

Wilson asked in a hesitant voice, "Master, do you think Elizabeth is Miss Jing?"

Ximen Longting numbly turned the wedding ring in his hand.

"If she's not, what are you going to do with her...?"

No hope, no disappointment.

If disappointed—

Thin lips evoked a sinister and depressed smile: "You don't think so?"

"It looks like..." Wilson whispered, "But does it look like...cough."

"Go on."

"A person can change his appearance. The technology is so advanced now, but what reason does she have to change her appearance and run away from you? It doesn't make sense," Wilson shook his head and said, "Not only has her appearance changed, but her height and figure have also changed. Change. Could it be that in order not to recognize you, she did not hesitate to break bones?"

Ximen Longting said coldly: "You know it very well."

"Uh……"

"Height, figure," he asked sinisterly, "do you know everything about it?"

Hearing the sullenness from the master's words, Wilson hurriedly bowed his head: "I often prepare Miss Jing's clothes, and Miss Elizabeth's too... I know them so well because of the young master."

"..."

"Master's woman, I have never coveted it."

Wilson has been with Ximen Longting for so long, I believe the master is very clear about his behavior.

It's a pity that I also eat jealousy, this possessiveness is really...

Ximen Longting kneaded his temples: "Find Jing Zhongtian out."

"Master, what do you mean, find Mr. Jing to identify her?"

"..."

"I'm afraid it's hard to recognize, even the young master is so close to Miss Jing, I can't tell the difference... How could Mr. Jing recognize it?"

"Paternity test." Ximen Longting's deep and charming voice dragged to a higher level.

Wilson instantly understood: "Young master is wise, I will send someone to look for it right away."

Right now this is the most straightforward way...

Although a person's fingerprints are unique, it's a pity that [Jing Jiaren] is dead, and there is no sample to check whether they are the same person.

Once Jing Jiaren and Jing Zhongtian's paternity test numbers are matched, Jing Jiaren's identity can be proved.

Wilson went out to make a phone call and ordered people to search the whole city to find Jing Zhongtian...

When he came back, Ximen Longting was still sitting in the same posture, staring heavily at Jing Jiaren, motionless.

Wilson waited silently behind the young master...

It was getting late, and the twilight dyed the whole villa red.