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

"Jing Jiaren, you are the first woman who dared to hang up on my phone."

The sound of Megatron seemed to come from hell, which was chilling.

Jing Jiaren taunted: "You are also the first man to call and harass me in the middle of the night!"

"If it's Shang Yanxuan's call, isn't it called harassment?" His voice was very strange.

Jing Jiaren just wanted to anger him: "Yes."

"You are very courageous." The cold air can be felt through the phone.

"You're annoying. What's the matter? Hurry up and I'm going to sleep."

"Are you looking for him to meet me, or do you want me to find him out myself?"

Los Angeles.

Ximen Longting's eyes were red, he raised his head, poured a glass of whiskey down his throat, it was as hot as swallowing a ball of fire.

The goblet was tightly squeezed in his hand, and the base was immediately shattered when it was thrown on the table.

Jing Jiaren frowned slightly when she heard the cracking sound: "Are you threatening me? Do you think I was frightened?"

Ximen Longting let go of his hand, and there was a mark on the back of his hand that was cut by broken glass.

Bright red blood dripped and splashed on the table.

He coldly curled his lips, and those lips seemed to be even redder with blood.

In the dark night, his smile was both handsome and cold: "I already know your choice."

"What choice do I have?"

"I will make him disappear from your world."

"What do you want to do?"

"Are you worried?"

"Answer me, what do you want to do to him!" Jing Jiaren's voice was slightly excited.

Ximen Longting felt a little suffocation in his chest, as if he was suddenly pulled.

He frowned tightly, unable to understand where this painful feeling came from.

He drank a lot of wine at the banquet, and he missed her a little after he left for a day, so he made this call just to hear her voice.

Unexpectedly, this phone call made him so angry.

He has always been able to restrain his emotions rationally, but at this moment, he is extremely depressed, and urgently needs an outlet to vent——

"You know exactly what I want to do to him."

"If you dare to mess around, try it."

"Your voice sounds tense." His head was eroded by alcohol, and he curled his lips coldly, like a devil's red lips, uttering ruthless sentences, "Tell me, Jing Jiaren, you are worried about him."

"I don't worry about you, but what does it matter to you?"

"The more you worry about him, the more he will be tortured."

"You lunatic, he is innocent, if you dare to do anything to him, I will not let you go."

"Ha," Ximen Longting laughed coldly, and the voice echoed in the night, "Then give it a try?"

"Hey you……"

"Crack", this time it was Ximen Longting who hung up the phone first.

Jing Jiaren held the microphone blankly, and suddenly became flustered—could he really want to do something to Shang Yanxuan?

Soon, she calmed down again.There are many people named Shang Yanxuan in the world, how can Ximen Longting confirm which one it is?

What's more, he is no longer the Shang Yanxuan of the past.

In the past, Shang Yanxuan's information had been washed out long ago, as if he had never existed in this world.

But both Jing Jiaren and the Jing family could only pronounce his name, not even a photo!

As long as Ximen Longting can't find out his current identity, he won't be found.

How could it be found out?Even she doesn't know who he is!

Thinking of this, Jing Jiaren felt sad. All along, she seemed to be in love in a dream.