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

The servants looked at the mess in the living room and looked at each other...

"My lord, do you really want to throw Miss Ji's luggage out?" They looked at Wilson with some embarrassment. After all, Ji Zihan had a young master in his stomach, so he couldn't afford to offend him.

Wilson coughed: "Throw it! Throw it into the car outside..."

"Your Excellency is still wise."

"Drive all the things back to Ji's house."

……

Ximen Longting walked into the living room.

The big bed was neat and tidy, and the room was lit with incense, but the smell of Jing Jiaren seemed to seep into the air.

This woman has the same smell as [Jing Jiaren]...

Ximen Longting stood intently in front of the hanging painting, which was an oil painting of Jing Jiaren.

He slowly grinned his red lips, his red pupils flickered darkly.

He actually recognized a counterfeit as a beautiful woman, did he miss him so much?

Why not a beautiful woman?Why isn't she? !

He suddenly opened the closet, he actually bought so many clothes for that woman...

The fabrics she wore were all stained with a dirty smell.

He tore off all his clothes and threw them on the bed.

The whole living room smells of filth...

click-

The dim blue light from the metal lighter lit the cigarette on his lips.

Ximen Longting waved his hand, and the lighter fell on the bed.

The flames engulfed the fabric and immediately burned...

It was like the flames of hell dancing wildly in front of Ximen Longting's eyes.

A smell of smoke filled the air, and the servant noticed something was wrong and saw a fire coming from the living room.

When Wilson arrived, the whole bed was crackling and burning.

Ximen Longting was sitting on the chaise longue by the window, with his slender legs crossed and a cigarette in his hand.

He seemed to be admiring a grand flame, with a strange smile on his red face.

Wilson was surprised: "It's a fire, hurry up, go get water to put out the fire!"

The bed curtain was burning, and the delicate bed curtain fell down. I saw the flames burning more and more, and there was a tendency to spread around.

The oil painting of [Jing Jiaren] by the wall was illuminated bright red.

Ximen Longting stood up suddenly, reached into the flames, and took down the hanging painting.

Wilson took off his coat in time, and quickly threw it on Ximen Longting's arm!

pat-

The hanging picture fell to the ground, and the flame on the owner's sleeve was extinguished.

Ximen Longting's injured hand was burnt, but he ignored it completely, staring at the hanging painting on the ground gloomyly...

He picked it up, his eyes were empty as if he had no soul, and walked towards Wilson.

Suddenly a burnt bed frame fell down and fell onto the toffee chair that Ximen Longting had just sat on.

"Master, look!"

The stern man froze slightly, and glanced sideways behind him.

The corners of the bright red lips curled up, still that weird smile...

If he hadn't gotten up to get the painting just now, the consequences would have been disastrous!

Beauty, is this what you mean?Leave me alone, tormented? !

Wilson was startled with fear, and then saw that the curtains were also implicated by the burning bed frame, and the fire intensified:

"Where's the water—you idiots, hurry up and fetch water!"

Ximen Longting turned and left.

The fire... was burning violently behind him.

He held the portrait with one hand, and his leather shoes knocked on the open ground, every sound echoed lonely.

The bodyguards fighting the fire, the panicked servants, Wilson shouting orders...

It was as if all the characters had escaped from his world and turned into silent moving pictures.