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

"Hurry up, hurry up!" Gong Zihua rubbed the soles of her feet, baring her teeth and couldn't stand it anymore.

Holding Jing Jiaren tightly with one hand, his body swung with all his strength in the air.

Jing Jiaren held his hand and slightly helped him to support him...

Gong Zihua seemed to be sitting on a swing, slowly swinging higher and higher.

"Gong Zihua——I count to 123, and when I count to 3, I cut the rope, and you jump forward as much as you can."

"Understood, long-winded!"

This fiery guy!

Jing Jiaren was afraid that the dagger would keep cutting, so before she counted to 3, she was already cutting.

Who knew that the rope was already fragile, and she didn't spend much effort to cut it off, but Gong Zihua, who was not ready, flew out like a sandbag and rolled several times on the ground.

With his body tied up, he couldn't even keep his posture, and could only let out another pig-killing howl.

Jing Jiaren let go of her hand in fright, and the dagger fell down, just rolling into the boiling water pot...

Jing Jiaren: "..."

"Jing Jiaren, you are sincere, you want to throw me to death, don't you!?"

Jing Jiaren breathed a sigh of relief. He still had the strength to yell, and it seemed that he didn't fall too badly. Anyway, he was lucky to be able to rescue him.

Jing Jiaren was blinded by the mist floating in the water pot.

She crawled back along the iron frame, and Gong Zihua fell to the ground straight up, like a dead body.

"Hey, do you plan to lie there until next year?" Jing Jiaren slid down the iron frame, with a lot of rust on her hands, and two scratches on her palms.

Gong Zihua fell to the ground and said angrily, "How can you make me move when I'm tied like this?"

"Don't you have one hand to move?" Jing Jiaren walked up to him, sighed and groped her body, the dagger had fallen into the water pot just now.

Gong Zihua's body was tightly knotted, he struggled fiercely, and pulled his other hand out of the bondage.

At this moment, the tight hemp rope had a little room for slack, Jing Jiaren helped him stand up: "I don't have a dagger in my hand, just follow me to the train station like this."

"..."

"is that OK?"

Gong Zihua stared at her fiercely: "What do you think!?"

Jing Jiaren felt a little sore all over, picked up her cloak on the ground, and there was a small bundle inside, which was another robe prepared for Gong Zihua in advance.

Jing Jiaren threw the burden to him, and Gong Zihua took the burden with one hand with a stinky face: "What crap?"

"Cloak, put it on, so as not to be discovered by others when you go out."

Gong Zihua's mouth was crooked: "My bones are all broken."

"..."

"The third sound of the promise, you're pissing me off. Mathematics is taught by the physical education teacher?!"

"I was afraid of cutting the rope, so I moved ahead of time." Jing Jiaren laughed awkwardly, "Did I really fall? Where did I fall? Could it be that head?"

"..."

"Actually, it doesn't matter. They're all so stupid anyway. It doesn't matter if they fall."

"Jing, Jia, Ren!" Gong Zihua slowly put on clothes on his body, probably a part of his body was really broken, and it hurt a lot, his movements were as slow as an old man with slow movements.

No wonder he just lay on the ground without moving, and Jing Jiaren had to help him up.

The teasing at the corner of Jing Jiaren's mouth disappeared: "Did you really fall? Where did you get hurt?"