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

My arm was devastated with new injuries and old injuries.Why is she not good after being hurt so many times?

Just as she was about to row down, there was an urgent knock on the door: "Miss Jing, are you asleep, Miss Jing?"

Unless there is something urgent, the servant will never knock on the door in the middle of the night.Jing Jiaren's first reaction was that Wen Xinnuan couldn't think that something had happened, and opened the door suddenly, only to see the servant say anxiously:

"I'm sorry to bother you so late, it's that gentleman...he seems to be dying."

"That gentleman? No way?" Jing Jiaren was in a daze, Ximen Longting!

"He has never been willing to eat or take medicine..."

"Where is Leng Lintian? Haven't come back yet?"

The servant should notify Leng Lintian immediately.After all, if she gets along with Ximen Longting, he will be jealous.

The servant nodded and said: "Mr. Leng hasn't come back yet. I was afraid that someone might die, so the prophet will tell you... He just vomited blood, and suddenly... no breathing and no heartbeat... definitely not from our servants." Negligence, we did nothing. Miss Jing, you must testify to us. "

No breathing and no heartbeat...

No breathing and no heartbeat...

No breathing and no heartbeat...

Jing Jiaren's mind was blank, and within a short time, these few words kept spinning in her mind.

"Miss Jing?"

She realized that she was walking forward without wearing shoes.

Stepping on the corridor with bare feet, every hasty step resounded with a vibrating echo, making her feel as if she had stepped into hell-like emptiness and desolation.

Faster and faster, faster and faster, as if she was afraid that she would not be able to catch up, she started to run.

The fear and panic in her heart were beyond her expectation.

She never knew what would happen to her if Ximen Longting died!

But now, she felt a throbbing pain in her chest.She thought she had completely forgotten him, why, he still exists.It's still so easy to make her hurt!

Jing Jiaren's mind went blank, and after walking for a long time, she suddenly realized: "Call the doctor!"

"I have already sent someone to call..."

But the doctor lived far away, in a side castle in the backyard of the castle.

Jing Jiaren's room was close, and the servant was afraid that Ximen Longting would not be able to hold on, so he called her first.

Jing Jiaren walked in a daze.How could something happen? The gun in the abdomen said that it would not endanger his life.He was so powerful, how could he say that he died suddenly?

No, Jing Jiaren, you are scaring yourself.

But her hands and feet were cold, and she was in a daze when she went downstairs.

He stepped on the ground, slipped out on the ground, and fell a long way.

The servant rushed to help her: "Miss Jing, are you alright?"

Just as Jing Jiaren stood up, she ran forward quickly again, her body carried by the wind.

But when he got to Ximen Longting's room, he didn't dare to go in.

She stood at the door cold all over, not having the courage to step in at all...

Pressing the door frame with her hands, she gasped heavily, her hair was soaked in sweat, her face was frighteningly pale.

She had never run so fast that she couldn't breathe, and her heart was beating violently in her chest, as if it would burst out at any moment.

The servant followed and ran to the door——

"You... go in and see... is he... is he..."

Jing Jiaren couldn't continue speaking, her voice was already hoarse and her eyes were reddened.

She suspected that she was about to cry.