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

Now that Muxi City has been burnt like this, how can you tell if he is real or fake?

"Young Master, there is a surveillance video in it... Judging from the situation of his fiancée, Miss He... it should be real."

Ximen Longting said defensively: "How can I be sure that they are not united to lie to me?"

"Master He is dead, this exchange of fire is so loud..."

"..."

"In addition, Ms. He has even taken a fancy to her own tomb, so she ordered it next to Master Mu's tomb."

Ximen Longting's red pupils were dim.

"This play is of no benefit to the He family and Ms. He. It doesn't look like a fake."

Ximen Longting clicked on the video, and He Xiuzi knelt beside the hospital bed in a collapsed state, as if he had lost his soul.

Bentley soon drove to the hospital.

Ximen Longting got out of the car coldly, and walked towards the hospital amidst the bodyguards shouting at him.

Of course, people from the Mu family and He Xiuzi were standing everywhere in this hospital, and they were very surprised to see Ximen Longting appear.

Although the Mu family's servants didn't know Ximen Longting, they all recognized those bodyguards wearing Ximen badges.

Leaving aside the background of the East Palace, the Mu family is just an ordinary high-society family.

So naturally they would not confront the Ximen family.

And He Xiuzi's people belonged to 13 Oaks, how dare they block Ximen Longting's way.

He had a smooth ride all the way.

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"Mr. Mu, we will ask you some questions, and you only need to answer yes and no."

"Mr. Mu, if you can't speak, you can answer by nodding and shaking your head..."

"Mr. Mu..."

He Xiuzi rushed over from the funeral of He's family after hearing the news, and saw Ximen Longting's people inside and outside the ward, they were checking and interrogating the whole room, especially Mu Xicheng on the hospital bed.

"Mr. Mu, here are the pens and paper. Our young master hopes that you can draw the underground entrance of the East Palace."

This is what He Xiuzi saw when he broke in.

The bed was crowded with people.

Ximen Longting sat on the chair coldly with his legs crossed, his chin resting on one hand, arrogant and dignified.

People like He Xiuzi don't have many chances to meet Ximen Longting...

Seeing his chiseled side face, he was just sitting, with a majestic aura like a tyrant.King of the world.

"What are you all doing to ian?" He Xiuzi yelled, "Get out of the way, and don't let anyone approach ian."

Ximen Longting's cold and arrogant chin was slightly sideways, and the red pupils flowing were shockingly terrifying.

He Xiuzi was taken aback.

The bodyguard said coldly in French: "Zaoci, do you know who he is?"

He Xiuzi bit her lips tightly, her eyes were swollen, she pinched the skirts on both sides and made a courtesy to Ximen Longting: "Master Ximen."

No matter how much she didn't want to admit it, the dignified man in front of her was the rightful owner of Thirteen Oaks and her master.

"Don't treat ian like this, please...he is dying, why can't you give him some peace."

On the hospital bed, Mu Xicheng was lying there, in a desperate state, his eyes were empty jewel black.

Just like the most beautiful rose flower in the world has decayed, leaving only dry branches...

A pen was forced into Mu Xicheng's hand, and there were only a few blurred horizontal lines on the blank paper.

The two doctors stood aside, bowed their heads and said, "The patient doesn't even have the most basic consciousness now, he can't hear the sound of the outside world..."