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

Jing Jiaren quickly sorted out everything that happened to her.

"Put down the wine bottle." The man impatiently stretched out his hand to grab it again.

Jing Jiaren stepped back, fell down, and sat down on the coffee table.

The force of inertia pushed the wine bottle further into his chest...

Jing Jiaren was in excruciating pain, and a mouthful of blood was in her mouth, slowly overflowing from the corner of her mouth.

The man frowned slightly, looking down at her coldly.

"You want to touch me...unless my dead body..." Jing Jiaren's lips moved, more blood flowed out.

At this time, the door was knocked again, and the bodyguard held the mobile phone and said cautiously: "Young master, it is Mr. DATS."

The man raised his eyebrows slightly, and glanced at Jing Jiaren with a disappointed expression.

He took the phone and promised a few words, "I'll be there right away."

Throwing the phone to his subordinates, he glanced at Jing Jiaren: "Need me to call for help?"

"get out……"

"Very well, then you will wait here to die slowly."

The man glanced at her sarcastically, turned and left.

The door closed quickly, and Jing Jiaren was in excruciating pain!

Obviously, the frivolity this time was the result of her knocking on the door herself, so no one else was to blame.

Jing Jiaren, Jing Jiaren...

She stumbled up, holding the wine bottle with one hand, and she couldn't pull it out before the doctor came, otherwise she would die if she bled profusely.

She climbed onto the sofa and found her satchel...

Wiping the bag with bloody hands, he found the phone from inside.

There are already N missed calls, all from Jian Chenche.

She trembled her fingers, seeing another incoming call vibrating, she pressed the answer button...

"Where is it? I'm now..." Jing Jiaren took a deep breath, "A tavern..."

specific street?She didn't know, she was not familiar with England at all.

Jing Jiaren saw the tissue box beside her, crawled over with difficulty, picked up the tissue box and looked at it.

Deepwater.

"Deep Ice Tavern..."

Jian Chenche said in a low voice, "Okay, you stay there, I'll send someone to rescue you right away."

Can I save her in time...

Jing Jiaren saw that the clothes on her chest were stained red with more and more blood stains.

The other end of the phone suddenly changed hands, and a low-mellow male voice came: "The Deep Ice Tavern on Parkway Street? (All the backgrounds of this novel are fictitious)"

Jing Jiaren smiled wryly, why did she become delusional so frequently?It shouldn't be.

She just woke up, so logically she wouldn't get sick so quickly...

"Jing Jiaren, talk!"

But Ximen Longting's voice was so clear.

"I don't know..." Jing Jiaren tried hard to remember, "There is a large Swiss bank opposite the tavern..."

"wait for me."

"Jian Chenche... I hear your voice now, it's all Ximen Longting's..." Jing Jiaren smiled wryly, her willpower was slackening, she had to talk, and kept talking, "I think I'm so delirious Seriously..."

Suddenly there was silence.

"Just now, outside the fashion show, I saw a back that looked like him... I thought about it too, maybe it was my imagination again... But I couldn't control myself... I followed him..."

"Are you hurt?" he interrupted stiffly.

"I followed him...to this tavern..." Jing Jiaren's voice became weaker and weaker, "I want to apologize to him."

"..."

"Jian Chenche...if you meet him...say sorry for me...I didn't recognize him..."