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

This background wall looks like it was carefully designed by Leng Lintian...

Jing Jiaren hopes that everything will be back to normal.

Fortunately, it's just a cracked glass, just replace it, it doesn't matter.

Jing Jiaren returned to her room. She had just changed her clothes after the car accident, and she smelled like blood.

Ximen Longting didn't come, and she couldn't get away for a while, so she locked the door and went into the bathroom to clean...

Fragments of the car accident flashed through my mind from time to time.

In her impression, although Jing Meilin is unruly, she is a person who is very afraid of death.

Even if my hand was cut with a fruit knife, I would be so nervous that I would die. How could I die with her?

She must figure this out.

Picking up the telephone extension hanging on the wall of the bathtub, Jing Jiaren called Papa Jing and asked her for Jing Tianhua's contact number.

On the phone, it was unavoidable to be taught a lesson by Father Jing because of the existence of Ximen Longting...

Jing Jiaren didn't have a pen, so she wrote down Jing Huatian's number on the glass with her lipstick.

Just as I was about to call, I heard a voice outside the bathroom.

Jing Jiaren frowned, and turned off the faucet. Sure enough, she heard the sound of opening a drawer outside.

How come, she clearly locked the outside door upside down just now...

Jing Jiaren took a quick rinse and found that she didn't bring her underwear or pajamas when she came in.

"Ximen Longting, are you outside?"

She leaned against the bathroom door and asked tentatively.

"Ah."

"How did you get in!" Jing Jiaren's expression changed, "You can come in even when I'm locked upside down?"

"The servant opened the door."

In order to take care of Jing Jiaren conveniently, her two personal servants have keys to the room, so they can enter and leave the room at any time.

Jing Jiaren took a deep breath: "What are you looking for? Randomly looking through drawers in other people's houses, don't you know that this behavior is very rude?"

Ximen Longting closed the drawer: "Watch."

"..."

"Where did you put it?"

Jing Jiaren put it under the pillow, and sometimes she couldn't sleep at night, so she took it out and listened.

But if I tell Ximen Longting...

She bit her lower lip: "I don't know where to throw it. You go out and leave my room."

"Don't forget, you called me here."

Suddenly Ximen Longting paused, narrowed his eyes slightly, and lifted the big pillow on the bed.

The watch of the same series as his wrist lay quietly.

He picked it up, looked at the time, and then at the watch on his wrist. The second hand was moving at the same pace.

Jing Jiaren suddenly heard the sound of the door being opened and closed. He left?

"Ximen Longting, are you leaving?"

No sound.

She wrapped herself in a towel, listened to the movement in the room for a while, and opened the door.

Ximen Longting was standing at the door of the bathroom, he didn't even make a sound when he walked!

Jing Jiaren's hair was dripping with water, she looked at him in shock: "You..."

"I found it," he said, holding the watch in his hand. "Guess where I found it?"

Jing Jiaren was about to close the bathroom door, her arm was grabbed, and Ximen Longting raised her hand to help her put on the watch.

The Band-Aid on her hand had just come off in the shower, exposing the wound on her wrist.

Ximen Longting's eyes darkened: "What is this?"

Jing Jiaren suddenly withdrew her hand and covered it with the palm of her hand to block it: "Please pay attention to whose house this is, don't turn your back on the client and move other people's personal belongings casually!"

Ximen Longting grabbed her hand again and growled in a low voice: "I ask you what is this?"