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

The originally dry throat felt much better, and she was much more energetic.

After two hours, the materials were finally barely complete.

When Leng Lintian was making it, Jing Jiaren was not idle, and planned to use the principle of the parachute to make a mini version of the parachute first to test the safety.

She cut off part of the plastic sheeting as the umbrella top, tied it to the plastic sheeting with more than three tie lines, and tied a not-too-heavy item under the line.

Of course, Jing Jiaren also did a lot of processing on the details, completely following the same steps as Leng Lintian's large parachute.

After all, it was a miniature version, and she did it faster than Leng Lintian. Half an hour later, she climbed to a high place and released the parachute in her hand.

Leng Lintian stopped what he was doing and stared at Jing Jiaren closely. He was worried and nervous when she was not around.

But when he looked up, he just saw her let go...

Riding the wind, the gray parachute wobbled down in the air and landed safely all the way.

The corner of Leng Lintian's mouth curled up, and a trace of strangeness crossed his heart.

"Lintian, is it okay to cut this rope like this?" Leng Jiaren was sitting nearby, helping him.

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Jing Jiaren tried the parachute to work, and then she got down from the tall building.

They specially found a secluded place. The project here should not have started yet, and the nearby buildings are all empty, like an abandoned poop building.

Leng Lintian watched Jing Jiaren get off the building and approached from a distance.

He said in a slightly reproachful voice, "Don't go too far without my order."

"..."

"Don't even go inside those buildings, who will be responsible if something goes wrong?"

The building is unfinished, and the facilities inside are not complete. If it is dropped casually, her head will explode.

Jing Jiaren held the parachute she picked up: "I have a sense of proportion, I will be careful."

"Is that why you don't believe me? Do you have to try a parachute before you can rest assured?"

"I just want to be safe... I don't want any possible accidents." Jing Jiaren frowned.

She didn't want Leng Lintian to fall from upstairs like mud.

That way... death is too ugly, too unhandsome, and it doesn't fit his image at all.

"Are you so worried?" He changed his subject and his voice became low.

"..."

"I won't waste your worry."

"Leng Lintian, please don't be so sentimental." Jing Jiaren hardened her heart, "I just have a lot of sympathy, and I don't want to see anyone have problems, and this time you are saving my friend, and I don't even want to see you have trouble. Any accident."

"Is it."

"..." Jing Jiaren glanced at Leng Jiaren who was silently squatting on the ground doing things, "It's getting late, we have less than two hours left, how long will it take for your parachute to be ready?"

"About another two hours."

Because many materials are not readily available and need to be modified.

For example, the shape of the oilcloth needs to be cut, and it is not so big, it needs to be sewn, and the hemp rope is too thick...

Jing Jiaren joined the array, hoping everything goes well.

"Hey Leng Lintian, how many gold coins do we have?" Jing Jiaren asked unconsciously.

He carries so many gold coins on his body, isn't it heavy?

Every time the manager came over, he would give a few coins casually, and it must have given a lot.

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