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

Gong Zihua was thick-skinned, but that didn't mean she was shameless. She had a big face full of tightness and didn't speak.

When the servant brought the food, he angrily expressed that he had no appetite.

After coaxing Dong Gongzi for a long time, he reluctantly opened his mouth to eat...

I'm going to faint from hunger in the underground kingdom, what I eat every day is human food!

He couldn't bear the aroma of the food, and he ate it all at once. There was a wound on his stomach, and he had stitches. The food was so full that he felt uncomfortable again.

Dong Gongziche wanted to rub his stomach, to help him digest as before, and looked down at every piece of his good meat, his eyes darkened again.

He ordered the servant to prepare fruit porridge to promote digestion, and he tucked in the quilt and let Gong Zihua lie on the bed to rest.

"I've been sleeping for so long, I'm not sleepy."

"Play games by yourself?"

"..." Gong Zihua started to make a bad face again.

Dong Gongziche would stop coaxing him now, and seeing that he was full, he got up and walked to the bookshelf to continue studying.

Gong Zihua was so angry that she wanted to roll over on the bed, and looked back eagerly, but the result was such a cold reception.

Don't both men and women describe something - not seeing each other every day is like three autumns?

Anyway, in the days without Donggong Ziche, he really lived like a year. He really wanted to, and his dreams were full of Hughes.

The reality is that a pot of cold water is poured over him, and none of the intimate scenes he imagined happened.

Bang, the door was opened unceremoniously.

Wilson walked in coldly behind the boss of Ximen, his red eyes glanced at Gong Zihua, full of sarcasm: "Where is the main city?"

"How did I know?"

"Haven't you been there? No impression at all?"

"The underground roads are all the same length. What's more, I was knocked out and brought down. When I woke up, I was halfway there."

"No brains!" Ximen Longting suffered from insomnia last night. He heard the servant say that Gong Zihua had woken up early in the morning, so he rushed over to ask about the situation, "Did she suffer?"

"At least it won't be like me, locked in a dungeon, not given food, drink, torture and whipping..." Gong Zihua scoffed, "However, the old man Donggong found her a husband."

"Say it again!" Ximen Longting's eyes became menacing.

"Fuck, I'm telling the truth, you don't want to be dragged down!"

"Say it quickly!" Ximen Longting grabbed Gong Zihua's arm, his pupils shrank deeply.

Gong Zihua's face turned red with pain: "It's a clone made by the old man Donggong..."

Hearing that it was a clone, Ximen Boss relaxed.

The next second, he was angry again——

"Leng Lintian's clone."

Iron-like palms grabbed Gong Zihua again, this time by the shoulders: "Leng, Lin, Tian!?"

The sound of biting through the teeth!

"Damn it, it hurts to death!" Gong Zihua's forehead was sweating, and the scratched wound almost passed out.

Dong Gongzi couldn't see clearly, so he blocked Ximen Longting's hand: "Pay attention to the injuries."

"It's not that you don't care about Lao Tzu's life or death, I want you to." Gong Zihua rolled his eyes.

Donggong Ziche: "..."

"I'm going to fight this war now." Ximen Longting stood up abruptly, his expression cold.Everything is deployed, just waiting for the attack.

"It's not the time yet." Donggong Ziche objected.

"Isn't it time yet? Hurry up, if you waste any more time, Jing Jiaren will marry away."

Ximen Longting's eyes were bloodshot: "Marry?!"

"It's said that I'm looking for a husband, of course I want to get married? The clone boy is very nice to Jing Jiaren, and I can see that he is very interested..."