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

"What do you mean!?" Ximen Longting grabbed the doctor by the collar, "I want you to cure her now!"

"The fetus is growing, and the physique of the pregnant woman is already very weak, and the resistance is greatly reduced... At this time, the toxin is growing many times faster than usual." The doctor said timidly, "There will be a series of complications soon, and we must do it as soon as possible." Take steps to stop it."

The only measure is—

Kill the child.

"After the miscarriage, isn't her physique not weak!?" Ximen Longting threw the doctor far away and roared.

"It's better than a fetus growing up and competing for nutrition..."

Ximen Longting clenched his fists tightly and looked at the cramp Jing Jiaren.

His heart ached and he wished he could destroy the world.

He has no expectations for this child, he only needs Jing Jiaren.

But this is a life after all, and he has no right to kill it without authorization.

The rain beat frantically on the glass windows.

The rose-red curtains were floating, and Ximen Longting stood in front of the window, smoking one cigarette after another coldly.

Not long after, a servant came in with freshly brewed abortion pills.

This kind of traditional Chinese medicine abortion is gentler, suitable for Jing Jiaren's physique, and can be drained in one go.

Unlike Western medicine, you have to take it in several days...

Ximen Longting's tall figure was a little stiff.

"Master, the medicine is ready, should I feed her now?"

Ximen Longting ruthlessly wiped out the cigarette butt with his fingers.

Sparks rubbed in his hands, and he didn't seem to feel any pain when he was scalded...

The tall figure turned around and looked at Jing Jiaren who was curled up on the bed.

Sweat soaked the sheets and pillows, and her hair was completely damp as if it had just been washed.

She has been in pain for more than 5 hours, with continuous shock and pain, and she shows no sign of waking up.

Ximen Longting lifted her back, hugged her in his arms, and kissed her deeply on the forehead.

Beauty, don't blame me...

He can't lose her!

Taking the soup brought by the servant with one hand, he put his dark eyes on Jing Jiaren's lips, and was about to feed her.

Thunder rolls!

The branches outside the window were beating violently, as if something was viciously beating the glass——

The servant was shocked, and vaguely saw a white figure standing outside the floor-to-ceiling window.

"Master, there are...something outside!"

A silver-white wolf was completely wet from the rain, with a bottle in its mouth, and slammed its body against the floor-to-ceiling windows.

The rain poured down, and the whole world was white.

He suddenly stood half upright, his wolf paws grabbed the edge of the French window, and pulled it away forcefully!

Unlocked, it came in.

"It's...a wolf?!" The servant took a few steps back, watching the wolf shake off the rainwater on its body, its eyes as lazy as a king's.

Ximen Longting's pupils shrank slightly, and he naturally recognized him as Leng Zuofeng.This is their "first confrontation" in the true sense.

brush--

Leng Aofeng's figure was nimble, he jumped up and bounced several meters away, and landed on the big bed.

The whole bed trembled violently, and he approached Jing Jiaren catty.

"Go away!" Ximen Longting's face was gloomy, and all the muscles in his body stood up.

Leng Aofeng didn't see him at all, he stared straight at Jing Jiaren, walking on the bed with wolf claws.

The servant had already opened the door and ran out in fright.

The bodyguard guarding the door rushed in immediately, drawing their guns at each other——

Leng Aofeng put the small bottle in his mouth to Jing Jiaren's hand.

"Give this medicine to her."

A deep voice sounded from the belly of the wolf.