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

"Stop digging, young master, let us dig..."

"..."

"Master..."

Jing Jiaren's figure shrank back abruptly, leaning her back against the door, and slowly slid to the ground.

She squatted into a helpless posture like an ostrich, and at the same time, she also deeply felt the helplessness in Ximen Longting's heart...

That sketch was washed away, or it was something that shouldn't exist.

Maybe he regretted it after reading it?

Let him hate her to the end!

Suddenly the servants started to exclaim: "Master...Master, wake up..."

Jing Jiaren quickly wiped away tears, opened the door, and saw Ximen Longting's tall figure finally exhausted and collapsed in the sandpit.

He was covered in sand, and his clothes were soaked by the water in the sand.

The chef was a strong man, he helped Ximen Longting up, carried him on his shoulders, and sent him back to the villa.

Jing Jiaren resisted the urge to run over, and quietly stepped aside.

After Ximen Longting was carried in, she called out to a servant in a low voice:

"I'm leaving the island now, is there any way to leave?"

"Miss Jing, you want to leave?" The servant raised his eyebrows in surprise, "You know we can't decide this, the young master has to wake up, you tell the young master."

When he wakes up...?She really didn't want to face him for a second.

Ximen Longting only fainted for a moment, then slowly woke up.

The first words he heard in his ears soberly were Jing Jiaren asking the servant about leaving.

His guilt towards her was instantly consumed by the demon of resentment.

He dug for an hour in the cold wind, like drowning people grabbing at straws, trying to give each other another chance.

Because, subconsciously, he still believed in her.

Once she calmed down and remembered what they had experienced, she ate the phoenix ointment in front of the audience.

The way she smiled softly when she said she loved him...

She brought him a massager, she sat in his arms, she kissed him softly...

All the pictures are like a shattered crystal ball, constantly combined.

But even if it is put together into a crystal ball, it is full of cracks, and it will shatter again when touched lightly.

And now, it's broken again.

He made a cold voice: "Put me down."

he woke up...

The servants were startled, and the chef immediately put the noble young master on the ground.

Ximen Longting couldn't stand still at all, his whole body was like a big fireball, even the breath he exhaled was aggressive.

The chef put one of his hands on his shoulder: "Master, you are all wet and need to rest."

The sand is always wet after being rained down. He threw the sand for an hour and fell into the bunker, of course it was wet.

Ximen Longting's face was extremely pale, and he stared at Jing Jiaren coldly: "Want to escape? Do you think you can escape without my consent?"

Jing Jiaren didn't even have the courage to look at him, so she whispered, "You promise to let me go..."

How swollen her eyes were from crying could be seen from a distance of several meters.

Ximen Longting cast a gloomy glance at her forehead: "Tomorrow at 5 o'clock in the afternoon, the time you agreed upon."

"..."

"Before three o'clock, I will definitely let you go." His chapped lips twitched, "And for the rest of the time, you must be prepared to be tortured."

Jing Jiaren clenched her fists. She was not afraid of being abused, but she didn't want Ximen Longting to abuse herself in this way.

"Why do you do this?"

"I'm happy to torture you." He said words that went against his heart.