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

I vaguely saw the back of a silver wheelchair...

Noble and alienated.

Her heart suddenly sank, couldn't it, could it be that figure?

The plane had already left slowly, and she looked carefully, but couldn't make out the difference.

After the plane landed on the apron, Jing Jiaren was pushed off the plane and taken to the villa in the main building.

Every step of Jing Jiaren's footsteps was heavy. How long did she leave before she was arrested again?

Anyway, she lived here for a while...

The bodyguards and guards all recognized her and wondered how she came back again.

Jing Jiaren was taken to the reception hall.

The whole hall is like an indoor botanical garden...

There are countless skylights on the zenith, allowing sunlight to come in. In fact, the circular ceiling is an automatic roof that can be opened to both sides.

The room is full of various plants, and there is a huge tree.

The vines are entwined around the tree, enchanting...

The forest blue sofa is surrounded by roses, and even the coffee table is covered with vines.

It was the first time for Jing Jiaren to enter this space, and she was shocked by the natural beauty.

Not long after standing there, there was the sound of a wheelchair passing across the ground behind him.

Then came Wilson's voice: "You don't have to worry at all, our young master didn't mean to hurt you, he just kindly invited young master Leng to come over as a guest."

The cold female voice sarcastically said: "This is the most domineering 'invitation' I have ever seen!"

"You also know that overbearing is the characteristic of our young master."

Jing Jiaren's back felt chills—it was more than three years since Xiaoyi's voice was spoken, she would not fail to recognize it.

The appearance of Xiaoyi meant that she was right about the figure that passed by just now.

"Please ask Mr. Leng to wait here for a while, our young master will come over immediately." Wilson said with respect.

Jing Jiaren suddenly looked back——

It was as if an old movie of the past was playing in front of my eyes...

In front of the bow-shaped gate covered with white roses, there are many European-style Roman columns, and the man is sitting in a wheelchair and slowly pushing forward.

His face was dull and expressionless, and his eyes were empty.

A handsome face is better than eyes full of roses.

Jing Jiaren's figure was unsteady, and she fell two steps back, pressing her fingers against the wall of the flower vine.

Blood oozes from the thorns on the fingers...

Dots of red hang down on the white rose petals.

The man in the wheelchair was pale, but still coquettish and arrogant, like the blood dripping from her finger!

"Miss Elizabeth, are you there?" Wilson noticed Jing Jiaren only then.He didn't look through the binoculars, so of course he didn't know about Jing Jiaren's existence.

Hearing this, Xiaoyi glanced at Jing Jiaren, and then looked away indifferently.

Leng Lintian couldn't hear the sound of the outside world at all, as motionless as a sculpture.

"It's a pity that a man like Eldest Young Master Leng is... really reckless."

Vegetative people have lost their intelligence, thoughts, will, emotions, etc.; their eyelids can be opened, their eyeballs move aimlessly, they can't speak, they can't understand language, and sometimes even though they can gaze, they can't recognize it.

It has been more than three years, except that Leng Lintian has become thinner and his cheeks have been sharply shaved, he has not changed much.

Thinking about it, Xiaoyi took care of him with all his heart, and put a lot of effort into his skin care, body care, appearance care...all of them.

Otherwise, it is impossible for a man who has been sleeping for more than three years to maintain his current radiance.

Jing Jiaren's eyes were shocked and painful, and there was a throbbing pain in her heart!

The sound of leather shoes knocking.