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

How did she know that Dong Gongziche came after the battle ended yesterday, he rushed here immediately, he washed up casually, his body was wounded, and Gong Zihua didn't notice it when he put on clean clothes.

But Ximen Longting was still in the underground kingdom, he set off late, so of course he would not arrive at the Beauty's Manor with Donggong Ziche.

Dong Gongzi walked to the door swaggeringly, and Jing Jiaren ran up again: "When will Ximen Longting come back?"

"You only care about him."

"Nonsense, he is my husband, and you are my enemy. You are not dead, God is not open."

"I'm dead, who will untie your crown?" Dong Gongzi said lazily, "It's really heartless."

"You're dead, this crown doesn't need to be removed."

"That's not necessarily the case, if it is used by someone with a heart..."

"In this world, there is no second caring person except you."

"Your Highness is too full of words. This world is both good and evil. A good person can become a bad person at any time, and a bad person can sometimes become a good person." Dong Gongzi looked at her meaningfully, "It depends on whether you are Would you like to be my friend or my enemy."

"A friend like you? An enemy in a second." Jing Jiaren snorted.

"Her Royal Highness, haven't you heard that there are no permanent enemies, only permanent interests."

If their goals are consistent, will they become temporary friends, and vice versa, are they enemies?

"In Mr. Donggong's world view, no matter friends, relatives, or lovers, can they exist only if they have common interests involved?" Jing Jia's voice was full of contempt.

They walked into the lobby while talking, and suddenly a small shadow rushed out from the corner, holding a water gun and spraying towards Dong Gongzi.

Dong Gongzi was sprayed on the ground suddenly, and the two guards were about to arrest him. Little Sun ran very fast, and disappeared in a flash.

Dong Gongzi reached out and wiped the water off his face: "Your Highness, don't you care?"

"He doesn't like you, that's what he should be."

"..." Dong Gongzi raised his eyebrows, "This is how you usually educate your children?"

"Of course, I don't need my education to deal with people who should be respected. Sun also knows how to do it." Jing Jiaren frowned. If Ximen Longting was still in the hands of Donggong Ziche, why should she be polite to this man?

"Your Highness, be careful." The guard came over to block him, and Xiao Sun appeared again, carrying a toy gun in his hand.

Plastic bullets still hurt...

Sun fired a puff, and shot dozens of bullets in the guard's face like a machine gun, instantly causing some bumps and red marks to appear on the poor guard's forehead.

Seeing that the bullets were gone, Sun ran away again, like a mouse, and he didn't know where to hide.

Donggong Ziche didn't mind, he found the sofa and sat down, looking around at the decorations in the hall.

In the high lobby, facing the sofa is a three-story fireplace, and a huge oil painting stands on the top of the fireplace, which is a family portrait.

Jing Jiaren and Ximen Longting were sitting on the blue velvet sofa, dressed luxuriously, Jing Jiaren was sitting in the arms of Star, Ximen Longting was holding the little beauty, and Sun was squeezed between them.

Donggong Ziche's eyes fell on that painting, and he looked at it for a long time, until Sun appeared from somewhere again, the little guy ran recklessly, and suddenly jumped onto the sofa and kicked——