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

Ximen Longting's tall figure swayed slightly, and unbelievable anger flashed across his eyes!

The light in those eyes burned Jing Jiaren severely...

She frowned slightly, thinking it was true.

But the more realistic the fantasy, the easier it is for her to indulge in it.

Three years ago, she felt heartbreakingly...

Jing Jiaren, don't hesitate any longer.

She got out of bed immediately, but because she was too impatient, she tripped over the sheets and rolled off the bed, landing on the thick wool carpet.

Fortunately, the carpet is soft enough...

Her pregnant body was slightly bulky, and she bit her lower lip angrily.

Holding her shoulder with one hand: "Are you a pig? You can't walk well."

"..."

Ximen Longting hated himself, couldn't watch her wrestle, couldn't watch her get hurt...

I'm afraid that she will have the slightest surprise.

Even if this woman said something that hurt him just now...

He looked her up and down:

"It's all right? I'll see what you do if you fall to your death!?"

The voice of concern rang in her ears, a man's thick voice.

He was close to her, bent over, his shadow covered him...

The heat and breath coming from him were so real that it made her heart tremble.

Almost unable to sink, she threw herself into his arms.

But Jing Jiaren restrained herself, raised her dagger, and stabbed at his shoulder——

Who knew that Ximen Longting's figure moved slightly, and the dagger that was stabbing at his shoulder hit his chest heavily.

Blood flowed out immediately, and Ximen Longting stared at her deeply with a pair of red eyes.

Hearing that she was ill, he wanted to see her immediately, but he couldn't find the opportunity.

Leng Aofeng and Jian Chenche are not here today, the studio is too busy, they stay overnight for processing...

Ximen Longting sneaked over in the middle of the night in order not to alarm anyone.

He didn't go through the main entrance, but climbed up from the window...

Unfortunately, Jing Jiaren woke up the moment he entered the room.

Her first words were to tell him not to bother him.

And the moment he approached her, she actually stabbed him with a knife...

Ximen Longting couldn't feel the pain of the wound at all, only felt that his heart was torn apart by her hand.

His body slumped, and there was an endless darkness.

Both hands were like iron tongs, holding her shoulders fiercely, and he stared at her with lowered eyes: "You told me to wait, are you giving me an impossible wait?"

"..."

"Jing Jiaren, do you want me to wait until all my willpower is exhausted? You made me believe in you! This is how you repay my trust?!"

Ximen Longting knelt on the carpet with one knee, the blood ran down his clothes, fell on the carpet and smudged.

Jing Jiaren looked at the bloody knife, her palm was also warm with blood.

Drenched in sweat, she shook her head in panic...

No, Ximen Longting should disappear with one stab.

But today, he is still in front of her well.

"Ximen Longting, tell me...is this not true?" Jing Jiaren looked at him panting, "Isn't it you I saw?"

The corner of Ximen Longting's pale mouth grinned, and he pinched her jaw: "Then who do you want to see?"

"..."

"Leng Aofeng? Or Jian Chenche?" His voice was calm, "Unfortunately, they are not here tonight."

"..."

"They're not here, so I'm here... Are you disappointed?"

Jing Jiaren pressed her head with one hand, trying to wake herself up.