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

The previous few times, she took the truth as a fantasy, so she missed Ximen Longting again and again, and finally made the move to stab him with a knife.But this time, even if it was a hell that would never be restored, she would go on.

Several bodyguards walked to the side of the road, and there was already a black extended car waiting.

A white-gloved bodyguard opened the car door, and Ximen Longting stooped to get in the car.

All battles are the same as usual...

Ximen Longting was wearing a thin iron-gray suit, and his tall figure was very attractive.

Jing Jiaren quickly stopped and hailed a taxi: "Follow the black RV in front."

This RV is in Ximen Longting's usual style, very much like him.

Jing Jiaren herself didn't know if what she saw was real, or she was losing her mind.

Since this is the city center, there are a lot of people and cars, Ximen Longting's car drives very slowly.

So I didn't lose track all the way...

Followed to a tavern.

After getting off the car, Ximen Longting hurried in with only two bodyguards.

Jing Jiaren also got out of the car quickly, and followed in without any hesitation before paying for the car.

There were many people in the tavern, Jing Jiaren looked around for those people who were shaking.

Ximen Longting usually doesn't like to come to this kind of occasion. If he wants to drink, he will go to a high-end private club, or book a large private room.But how did she know which private room he went to?Do you want to knock on the door one by one?

Jing Jiaren was hesitating, grabbing her wrist with one hand.

Jing Jiaren frowned slightly, and was dragged to a dark corner.

Her body was pressed against the wall behind her, and a tall figure covered her——

The voice was dim: "Are you following me?!"

Jing Jiaren stared at him blankly, Ximen Longting, it was him.

Her chest was tight and breathless: "Yes, I saw you also appear in that fashion show, and I followed you from there."

"What are you doing with me?"

"It's been half a month, have you lost your temper?" Jing Jiaren was afraid that he would leave, so she reached out and grabbed his clothes, "You are willing to face me now instead of asking the servants to drive me away... aren't you? Willing to listen to me?"

"..."

"If you're still angry, why are you paying attention to my fashion show?"

"Let go!" He wanted to pull her hand away in displeasure, his eyes were full of strange alienation.

"Ximen Longting, you are still paying attention to me, caring about me...why did you lie to yourself. I was wrong. Jian Chenche is my brother. I came to London because the antigen is in his hands. I didn't discuss it with you. My fault……"

Jing Jiaren was explaining, and found that more and more people around were looking at them.

Two bodyguards approached and asked, "Master, do you want us to help you?"

"Throw her out." A icy strangeness flashed across Ximen Longting's face.

Jing Jiaren grabbed his clothes tightly and threw them into his arms: "Ximen Longting, you can leave if you want, then explain why you are still in London?"

"..."

"Explain why you're going to the fashion show!"

"..."

"Or, you tell me clearly that you don't love me and don't want me anymore..." Jing Jiaren's eyes shimmered, and she smiled softly, "From the beginning to the end, it was you who provoked me by your side. It's up to you to finish."

[Jing Jiaren, this game has begun, you can't help but say it's over. 】

Ximen Longting's arrogant and reckless words seemed as clear as yesterday.