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

In the hall, all the busy servants suffered, Ximen Longting smashed things in the living room!

The crystal tea table was shattered abruptly, and the expensive sofa was also scratched.

Rich people like to smash things when they get angry, no matter how expensive they are, servants are used to trembling.

It's just a pity that they have worked for so long and have to start again later.

Wilson felt his master's anger from a distance, but he didn't know why.

A bodyguard whispered a few words in his ear.

Wilson's face was slightly condensed, and it seemed that Ximen Longting would get even more angry next time.

He glanced at Jing Jiaren hesitantly, thinking about how to tell Ximen Longting the news so that he could accept it better?

Looking at the mess in the hall, Jing Jiaren felt a sense of pleasure for some reason.

These are all prepared for Ji Zihan, smash it, smash it all!

Taking advantage of the confusion, she grabbed the photos placed on the porch and threw them out.

Who put photos on the porch?And it belongs to Ji Zihan!

Before Ji Zihan came to live here, he started to build up momentum to give Jing Jiaren a bad blow.

She knew that Ji Zihan was well-bred and didn't bother to talk to her, so she did this to warn her - who is the mistress here.

Jing Jiaren held her fingers palely, stepped on the wreckage and walked upstairs——

"stop!"

Ximen Longting sat angrily on the cracked sofa, crossing his long legs coldly.

"For your wounded hand."

He held up his injured hand coldly.

Jing Jiaren looked at him indifferently: "So?"

"Ha, hahaha!" He laughed wildly a few times, his smile was scarier than his angry look.

"Sure enough, you two have very similar temperaments, both cold-blooded and ungrateful." He felt a deep pain in his chest, "Do you really want to leave?"

Jing Jiaren's throat was dry, and she parted her lower lip: "I want to."

"How much do you think?"

"All the time, I want to dream, every second of staying here makes me suffocate!"

Her voice stung him.

Regardless of whether she was [Jing Jiaren] or not, her repeated escapes broke his heart.

That's okay, the result will come out today, and he doesn't have to torture himself anymore.

"Wilson!" He looked at his watch coldly, "What I asked you to do, is it done?"

"Yes, master, this is from the hospital."

Wilson took the identification form from the bodyguard and quickly walked over to hand it to the owner.

One is blood, one is hair...

Both documents show that Jing Jiaren and Jing Zhongtian have no father-daughter relationship.

Ximen Longting clutched the list for a long time, with an unpredictable expression...

Although Wilson had expected this result, he was still worried about his master's mood: "Young master, it's okay to let Miss Elizabeth continue to accompany you in the form of a double?"

pat!

The testimonial was slammed heavily on Wilson's face.

Ximen Longting raised his foot and kicked him on the chest. He fell back a few steps and was supported by two bodyguards.

"Since she wants to go, fine, let her go—"

Jing Jiaren frowned. She was standing far away and didn't know what Wilson was showing him.

Since it was sent by the hospital, it should be Ji Zihan's pregnancy diagnosis report or something?

Ji Zihan was pregnant and she had to leave - was it Ji Zihan's request?Or does Ximen Longting feel that her existence is meaningless?

Whatever it was, she should be happy that he let her go.

"What are you doing standing there?" Ximen Longting looked at her gloomily, "You want me to kick you out myself?"