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

At this moment, several bodyguards outside the door forced a person to come in:

"Master, we saw a suspicious person staying outside, so we caught him in."

Everyone looked over, Jian Chenche——

He's finally here.

Jian Chenche's driver raised his hands high: "We, we are not suspicious people... we just came to the party."

Jian Chenche's right hand was still in plaster, and his eyes were dim.

Both were held hostage by bodyguards with guns to their heads and entered the house.

Ximen Longting scolded angrily: "You still invited him!?"

"..."

"Okay, great, get me out of here, you've already called out all your beauties!" There was no part for him.

Jing Jiaren grabbed the pistol tightly: "I will let you be cold, otherwise, I will not be cold."

Ximen Longting closed his eyes forcefully, and his thin lips were pursed into cold lines.

After a while, he ordered that everyone lay down their weapons.

Jing Jiaren's left hand was bleeding all the time, and the blood dripped on the carpet.

SUN struggled to get off the ground, but was held tightly by Wilson.

Over there, Leng Lintian, who learned that Jing Jiaren was injured, also smashed the protective fence with one foot, and landed handsomely from the second floor——

Fortunately, this duplex building is not very high, otherwise I would call you cool!

Wen Xinnuan felt dizzy when she saw blood: "What to do, it's bleeding..."

It was noisy, full of people, Jing Jia rubbed the center of her brows.

"From now on, no one is allowed to do anything again... Otherwise, I will let you see blood!"

"I saw your blood!" Ximen Longting growled darkly.

Leng Lintian walked over here: "You're hurt—"

Ximen Longting stood up immediately: "Stay away from her."

"I'm here to talk to Leng Lintian! Shut up!"

Ximen Longting punched hard on the table: "Okay, you all have the guts."

Jing Jiaren, you dare to shoot yourself, you have the guts to—

He sat down on a chair resentfully, his body was covered with damp sweat.

Seeing Leng Lintian approaching, Jing Jiaren opened and closed his mouth twice, not knowing how to persuade him.

Leng Lintian took out a pair of handcuffs from his arms and handed them to her.

Jing Jiaren frowned: "What are you doing?"

"Don't you guys want to catch me?" He curled up his lips coquettishly, "I told you before, no one can take me away except you."

Jing Jiaren's heart skipped a beat.

Her left hand was injured and she couldn't move—

"Put the gun down, you can handcuff me whatever you want."

Jing Jiaren had no better way, put the gun in her pocket, and was about to pick up the handcuffs that Leng Lintian handed over.

The moment Ximen Longting put down the gun, he got up impulsively——

Jing Jiaren stared: "Stand back! Don't move!"

Ximen Longting froze, and kicked down the chair beside him: "Great, very good!"

"..."

"If he dares to take you away, I will let him die without a burial!"

Jing Jiaren's hand finally met Leng Lintian's and got the handcuffs.

Leng Lintian didn't take the opportunity to grab Jing Jiaren and coerce her to leave...

Instead, hand him both hands, just like a prisoner handing himself to the police officer: "I'm yours now."

A trace of shock flashed across Jing Jiaren's eyes, and she stared at him closely.

Leng Lintian smiled casually: "If I want to leave, they can't lock me up. If you want to keep me, I have thousands of ways to escape and I won't leave."

Ximen Longting's ears were so harsh, damn it, talk about love in front of him?

"Lock him!"

Jing Jiaren hesitated for a moment, then cuffed one end of the handcuffs——

Click.