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

Wilson only felt that his chest was empty, and the pistol had fallen into the hands of Simon Longting.

"Master," Wilson said in a low voice, "in order to show respect for the dead, we'd better not do anything in the cemetery..."

Ximen Longting swept his cold eyes away,

"I mean, wait until they're out of the cemetery," Wilson added.

In fact, Wilson wanted to stop the young master from killing him.

There is an alliance between Ximen and the Leng family. If Leng Lintian is really injured or shot, the master will definitely intervene——

The disks of the father and son have never been right, and every time they meet, they are noisy, especially because of Leng Lintian, then things will become quite difficult.

Jing Jiaren was led to turn left and right.

I always feel that there is a pair of sinister eyes staring at her from behind——

She turned her head suddenly, but only saw the bushes around the corner. How could she feel the breath of Ximen Longting in the cemetery? It was really weird.

Finally, he was taken to a large cemetery.

The cemetery is built in white, semi-curved, and visually looks like a crown of trees.

Stepping up the white stairs, there is a gray tombstone in the middle, with Portuguese engraved on it, which Jing Jiaren naturally couldn't understand.

The official language of Macau is Cantonese, and Portuguese is also used.

However, Jing Jiaren's eyes fell on the black and white photos.

The beautiful woman has a slightly profiled face, a high nose bridge, slightly curly hair, a slight smile on the corner of her mouth, and warm eyes like waves.

Jing Jiaren frowned, almost thinking that she had made a mistake.

"You read that right."

"..." Jing Jiaren.

"You can take a closer look."

Jing Jiaren took a few steps forward and looked at the photo carefully.In terms of facial features, the woman is more beautiful and soft, with a touch of Jiangnan's gentleness, only 5 points like Jing Jiaren, but at least 8 points like her mother.

Leng Lintian put down the white rose, curled his lips and said, "So, the first time I saw you, I remembered you."

In the revolving restaurant, a glimpse.He remembered her.

Otherwise, why would Leng Lintian immediately follow out of the box door and look at her...

"Who is she?!" Jing Jiaren asked in shock.

Judging from the hairstyle and atmosphere in the photo, it should not be from this era.It should be of the same generation as Jing Jiaren's mother.

What's more, it's so similar to Jing Jiaren's mother...

"The woman who gave birth to me." Leng Lintian's eyes flashed.

Jing Jiaren was surprised for a moment: "She died?"

"Otherwise, why am I standing here now?"

"I mean—" Jing Jiaren bit her lower lip, "She looks a bit like me."

"That's obvious," he stroked her hair, "and that's why I brought you here today."

Jing Jiaren knocked off his hand with an electric shock: "She looks more like my mother."

Leng Lintian didn't seem surprised: "I guess so."

"What do you mean?"

"Your age and appearance, I guessed it."

"You know about my mother." Jing Jiaren smiled funnyly, "Is there any blood relationship between us? Don't tell me, they are sisters."

"Don't worry, I don't have a beautiful sister like you." Leng Lintian said firmly, "My mother was born in Macau, half of Portuguese descent. And your mother is a pure Chinese."

"How do you know that my mother is pure Chinese? How much do you know?"

"I don't know much, but I must know more than you."