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

"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. "

Ximen Longting's expression was still icy.

"If you're so angry, hit me then." Jing Jiaren stopped in front of him, "Will you vent your anger if you beat me up?"

Ximen Longting coldly took off his boxing gloves, turned around and was about to get off the stands.

Jing Jiaren stopped in front of him again: "If you don't beat me up, I won't let you go down."

"You are sick?!"

"Unless you're not mad at me anymore."

Ximen Longting turned around and stepped down from the stands, when she suddenly rushed over from behind and hugged his waist tightly.

The two boxing gloves were covering her hands, they couldn't close at all, and he quickly opened her.

She threw off her gloves and hugged him again, as if a big snake was entangled with a stick.

Ximen Longting's heart moved: "Jing Jiaren! Don't force me to beat you!"

"Then hit me up and try!"

"Go away!"

After all, Ximen Longting's strength was great, he broke her hand and pushed back, Jing Jiaren stepped back a few steps and fell to the stands, and then there was no movement.

Ximen Longting turned over and got off the stands, and walked a few steps, but there was no movement behind him.

His footsteps seemed to be nailed and he couldn't move.

Finally, he turned around and saw the woman lying motionless on the stands...

A sigh of sharp defeat sounded inside him.

He turned back to the stands and squatted down in front of her.

"Jing Jiaren, wake me up..."

"..."

"Don't play dead for me!"

"..."

"Jing Jiaren? Jing Jiaren—Jing Jiaren?"

The frozen expression on Ximen Longting's face collapsed little by little, he grabbed her chin and looked at him eagerly. The next second, he frowned tightly and was about to hug her to find a doctor.

Jing Jiaren suddenly opened her eyes, wrapped her arms around his neck, and threw herself into his arms.

Ximen Longting's tall figure froze suddenly.

"Let go..."

"Don't let go." Jing Jiaren clasped her hands tightly, "I know you don't want me, you were worried about me just now."

"Let go!"

He forcefully opened Jing Jiaren's hand. His hand was so strong that Jing Jiaren frowned in pain: "You hurt me."

Her hand was finally broken away by him forcefully.

Jing Jiaren's hand bone slammed, and the back of her hand was red.

"My hands are red..."

"..."

Ximen Longting was silent for a moment, and took a look at her hand. The back of the hand was indeed red, and there was a red mark drawn by the edge of his ring...

He hugged her horizontally.

Jing Jiaren reached out to pinch his face and rubbed it: "Still angry?"

Ximen Longting's ruthless lips pursed lightly, and he didn't look at her at all. No matter how her hands rubbed him or teased him, he ignored her.

In the living room, he put her on the sofa, took out the medicated oil and wiped her.

"Actually, it doesn't hurt...you don't need to apply medicine."

"Don't move!"

"Are you not angry at last?" Jing Jiaren narrowed her eyes slightly, "Then can we have a good talk?"

"..."

"Ximen Longting, the darkroom is very humid. The doctor said that Leng Lintian's condition is very bad. If you continue to let him stay in the darkroom, his wounds will be infected by germs, and his life will be in great danger. Change him to another room , okay?" Jing Jiaren said with a low eyebrow.

During this process, she felt that the airflow around her body was not right, and she was getting colder and colder.