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

Jing Jiaren could hear voices again, although her ears were not used to it.

"Master..."

Behind him was the voice of a servant calling.

Jing Jiaren was startled, then raised her head and saw Ximen Longting walking over.

His face was extremely tired, his eyes were a little deep, Jing Jiaren was no longer in his eyes, and he seemed to be unable to see anyone, so he walked straight over...

All the servants consciously moved away, including Wilson.

Seeing Ximen Longting walking forward with empty eyes.

tick, tick...

There was blood dripping on the floor, and a bloody smell spread.

Wilson sharply saw that Ximen Longting's fist was injured: "Master, you are injured."

Jing Jiaren frowned, Ximen Longting would not be injured for no reason.

In his turf, no one can hit him unless he hurts himself.

Why did he suddenly want to hurt himself?

Jing Jiaren immediately winked: "What are you still doing in a daze, go and treat him quickly."

Several doctors didn't dare to approach rashly at all, and even Wilson only dared to follow Ximen Longting from a distance.

The aura emanating from him was terrible.

Jing Jiaren bit her lower lip, and walked over quickly: "Ximen Longting..."

He seemed to be the deaf one, unable to hear her voice.

Wilson picked up the phone, probably asking the bodyguard what happened to Ximen Longting just now.

"Ximen Longting, what happened?" Jing Jiaren grabbed his arm, but as soon as his fingers touched her, he grabbed her neck very quickly.

Jing Jiaren's neck couldn't breathe for a while, and her face was waxy.

After seeing that it was her, he let go of his hand abruptly.

Jing Jiaren panted heavily: "Ximen Longting!"

"Get out—" he pointed at the crowd of people looking at him with bloody fingers, "Get out of here."

"..."

"If you don't roll, you die!" He grabbed a Western porcelain toy and threw it forward.

The servants ran away screaming, and immediately dispersed, including the doctor, who did not dare to stay.

When Wilson heard the news from over there, his eyes widened in shock.

Ximen Longting staggered forward, Jing Jiaren had never seen him like this.

Although she didn't know what happened, a bad premonition faintly rose in her heart...

The poison was injected into Leng Lintian yesterday, but Xiaoyi has not revealed the antigen yet.

Did the worst outcome she had predicted for a long time really happen?

"I'll go up to see him and comfort him first. You ask the doctor to prepare the medicine." Jing Jiaren ordered Wilson to follow.

"Miss Jing..." Wilson stopped her, "Don't disturb the young master at this time, let him be quiet."

"..."

"Do you know why the young master suddenly lost his temper?"

Jing Jiaren's figure was stiff: "I probably guessed it."

There was sadness on Wilson's rigid face.

"Little Wing doesn't have an antigen, does it?" Jing Jiaren smiled and turned around, "There is no antidote at all, is there?"

Wilson said nothing.

"I guessed this result a long time ago... When I was in Leng Zhai, she said that there is only poison, but no antidote." Although Jing Jiaren didn't really believe Xiaoyi's words, she didn't completely disbelieve her.

"Yesterday... the young master injected drugs into Mr. Leng, and he had an attack on the spot, in great pain."

"Ah."

"Xiaoyi saw Master Leng's virus outbreak with her own eyes, and confessed that she didn't have an antidote in her hand. The drug was produced by Master Leng, and only he can concoct the antigen."