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

She wanted to go back to the proud and confident Jing Jiaren, instead of becoming a puppet like she is getting used to now.

"Miss Jing, it's getting late, shall we go?" the bodyguard urged.

Jing Jiaren smiled confusedly: "What's the hurry, this manor is so beautiful, I want to take a stroll."

"This……"

Jing Jiaren saw a huge fountain pool in the nearby courtyard.

A seraph flies with outstretched wings, and a goshawk stands on its arm.

Jing Jiaren was sitting by the pool, the moon was reflected on the water in the mirror, and her face was also reflected...

This fountain pool is extremely large and looks deep enough, like a small lake.

If you fall into the water in this weather, you will definitely have a miscarriage!She frowned just thinking about it...

She promised to keep this baby, no matter what, she couldn't compromise so easily!

The baby is her only hope of living now, and she must keep her promise to give the child a bright future.

If even the baby is lost...

She will die!

Jing Jiaren suddenly smiled strangely. She never thought that the child she wanted to get rid of before would become the only spiritual pillar she wanted to live on.

The bodyguard looked at her, both amazed and scared.

Jing Jiaren's smile is too weird!

"Miss Jing, don't mess around..."

Did even the bodyguards see her sudden thought of committing suicide?

Jing Jiaren raised her head, but her gaze became firm at this moment: "Don't worry, I won't mess around with the baby here."

"..."

Baby, Mommy only has you now, men really can't be trusted.You must be safe and sound, otherwise... I will accompany you.

manor.

Wilson poured steaming black tea and saw the owner standing on the window sill.

Since his return, he has been standing on the windowsill, staring into the distance thoughtfully.

Of course Wilson knew what he was looking at. From the direction of the window sill, he could see the path that Jing Jiaren had to take when returning.From time to time, it seems to be casually looking at the watch on my hand...

Of course Wilson knew that no matter how cold and ruthless Ximen Longting pretended to be, he couldn't let Jing Jiaren go.

Thirty minutes passed, and Ximen Longting's expression clearly showed a trace of anxiety.

Another 10 minutes passed, and Wilson coughed in a low voice: "Master, why don't I send someone to pick up Miss Jing now?"

Ximen Longting looked over with terrifying eyes: "Telephone."

"I left my phone on the plane," Wilson whispered. "All the numbers are on that phone."

The bodyguards around Ximen Longting often changed from group to group, and Wilson was naturally in charge of contacting them.

Another twenty or ten minutes later, the silver palace lights were on in the dark night, and there was no sign of Jing Jiaren and others returning.

Wilson cautiously asked: "Could it be that Miss Jing had an accident on the road?"

Ximen Longting's heart tightened, and suddenly the pain of suffocation reappeared.

It was as if Jing Jiaren, no matter how far away she was, as long as she wanted to, she could grab his heart by lightly grabbing the palm of her hand, trampling him and torturing him at will.

Ximen Longting was about to lose control, and finally saw a figure appearing at the corner of the road.

Jing Jiaren was surrounded by a group of bodyguards, she was relatively petite and slender, and she could be seen from a distance.

All the worries in Ximen Longting's eyes receded, and he turned coldly into the room.

Wilson sighed, unable to understand the young master's way of thinking.