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

"Cough cough cough..." Jing Jiaren pressed her head uncomfortably, and felt like throwing up again.

Wilson advises:

"Miss Elizabeth, you'd better go out, it's very humid here, and the germs grow wildly... You are not suitable to stay for too long."

"Leng Lintian's situation is suitable for staying forever?"

"..."

"Where is he, I'll go find him!"

……

gym.

With a sharp kick, the bodyguard flew far away.

Ximen Longting was wearing boxing gloves and confronting bodyguards on a small practice field.

His aura was fierce, and his forehead was covered with sweat: "Get up!"

The bodyguard wiped off the blood and got up, before getting close to Ximen Longting's body, he punched him a few more times, only making him dizzy.

"Useless stuff! Get up!"

Ximen Longting clapped his hands with his fists, his hair was drenched with sweat, his upper body was naked, sweat dripped over his tangled skin.

Snapped--

chap——

The bodyguard fell to the ground again and again, and was beaten black and blue, but he dared not stand up, and continued to turn into a human sandbag to vent his anger on Ximen Longting...Young master, take it easy.

"Ximen Longting, I made a mistake in this matter." Jing Jiaren's voice suddenly appeared.

Ximen Longting's fierce figure stopped, and the opponent's fist hit him in the face.

The bodyguard was stunned for a moment, logically the young master would definitely avoid this blow.

"Master, I'm sorry, it's not my fault... Ouch!"

The bodyguard rolled backwards, fell to the ground and nearly passed out.

Jing Jiaren stood on the cushion under the practice field: "Ximen Longting, shall we talk again?"

Ximen Longting didn't look at her at all, and beat vigorously on the stage.

The bodyguard dutifully vented his anger on the young master, falling down and getting up again and again.

Jing Jiaren kept chasing the direction of Ximen Longting——

He faces south, she goes south, he faces north, she goes north...

After going around several times below, Jing Jiaren screamed until her voice became hoarse.

"Ximen Longting, can you stop and listen to me?"

Ximen Longting turned around again and punched the bodyguard in the face.

Jing Jiaren pursed her lower lip, took out a pair of boxing gloves from the shelf next to her, put them on, and climbed up to the small stand.

The bodyguard was just a poor meatball, flying straight to Jing Jiaren's feet, his eyes were swollen into two lines.

Ximen Longting frowned when he saw Jing Jiaren.

"You like to fight so much, I'll fight with you."

Jing Jiaren bypassed the bodyguards, "Don't vent your anger on useless people."

Ximen Longting sneered: "Do you feel sorry for the meaningless people?"

"You've beaten him to death!"

"Are you going to die?" Ximen Longting was extremely terrified and horrified.

"I'm fine..." The bodyguard was talking, with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, "Thank you, Miss Elizabeth, for your... concern... I can still... do it..."

"Go down," Jing Jiaren gestured, "If you are so upset, I made you angry, so hit me."

"..."

"Ximen Longting, hit me!"

Ximen Longting was dripping with sweat, his red eyes were extremely cold, he rushed to her and grabbed her by the collar.

"You dare not hit you because of me, so you are arrogant in front of me. Jing Jiaren, you can only be arrogant in front of me!"

"I don't dare to be arrogant..." Jing Jiaren smiled wryly, "I don't have the capital to be arrogant... I know you are doing it for my own good, and I threatened you regardless of your feelings, but the situation was urgent and I couldn't think of a better way. "