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

Ximen Longting suddenly laughed.

The radians at the corners of the mouth were ruthless and bloodthirsty, like the devil Satan.

He would lose his composure because of a woman, and her emotions would be controlled by her to do whatever he wanted.

He sat down on the sofa coldly, gradually regaining his usual calmness and composure.

"It doesn't matter, I will let you make a decision soon-whether you forget him yourself, or let me help you."

Click, he lit a cigarette.

The smoke lingered, but he deliberately leaned over and sprayed it on her face.

Jing Jiaren took a big breath unpreparedly, and suddenly coughed in embarrassment.

She hates the smell of smoke, and even more hates the smell of smoke mixed with the smell of Ximen Longting...

Why can't she be that Jing Jiaren who dares to hate and hate?

Why was she the one who was entangled by this devil and forced into such a miserable situation?

Ximen Longting condescendingly admired her embarrassment, she suddenly grabbed his lighter and threw it far away.

"Get out, bastard, get out of here! Cough cough cough."

It seemed that the anger that had been suppressed in her heart for a long time broke out, and she roared very loudly.

Ximen Longting's expression paused for a moment.

The whole living room was suddenly silent.

Jing Huatian picked up the tinder box and handed it over carefully, but Ximen Longting didn't pick it up, but instead flicked the cigarette into the trash can: "I just like your hot temper."

"..."

"Except for giving me a cuckold, I can ignore all your shortcomings." He said with rare connivance, "It's just this one time, not the next time."

"..."

"Hold out your hand, let me see."

Jing Jiaren still had that stubborn and angry look in her eyes, neither stretching out her hand nor blinking, she insisted on it.

Ximen Longting actually took the initiative to take her hand.

Just touched it and was knocked out.Touched again, she avoided.

She didn't give him any face at all, but he didn't want to go down the steps. He held her wrist and said, "I haven't cleaned and disinfected it yet, and I want to wait for the wound to become inflamed?"

"..."

"Bring water."

Chen's mother said cautiously: "I'll do it... It would be bad if I stained Master Xi's expensive suit."

Ximen Longting frowned: "Water."

The water came quickly, he unbuttoned his cuffs, and Wilson leaned over to help him roll up both sleeves.

This king, who has always enjoyed the service of thousands of people, took the initiative to twist the towel to wipe the stains on her arms.

Jing Jiaren's arms shrank, and the rough towel almost rubbed against her wound.

"Don't move around, be careful of the wound opening."

"Even if my arm is broken, it's my business and has nothing to do with you!" Jing Jia said in a firm tone.

Ximen Longting's tone was tougher than hers: "It has nothing to do with me? Your whole body, even the hair is mine."

"..."

"You did something wrong, I don't want to punish you, so I will put the blame on your lover."

"..."

"If there is a next time, let's start with the people closest to you..." Ximen Longting swept his sharp eyes around, "One by one, accept the punishment."

Jinghua's world consciousness took a big step back, wanting to show that he was not close to Jing Jiaren.

Jing Jiaren subconsciously thought of her sick mother and accompanying father.

Now Ximen Longting hasn't hit them with bad ideas...but with his personality, step by step, sooner or later, he will bring disaster to her closest people.

She became anxious in her heart and cursed loudly: "Despicable! Come at me if you have the guts!"

Ximen Longting sneered: "You still want to carry on the family line for me, how could I be willing to destroy you?"