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

There is a fireplace in the hall, and the whole room illuminated by the fire is extraordinarily warm...

"The young master is in the room on the second floor." Wilson reminded softly.

Jing Jiaren went upstairs.

In every place on Xiangai Street, Jing Jiaren can open the door locks with a card, and in the rooms in the villa, the locks are equipped with sensors, and Jing Jiaren's fingerprints can also be opened.

Jing Jiaren put her hand on the handle and clicked it. Nothing has changed, and the lock has not been changed.

Opening the door, an extremely pungent smell of alcohol hit.

Jing Jiaren looked at the servant behind her: "You wait at the door, you don't need to come in."

The servant glanced at Wilson.

Wilson nodded in agreement, but reminded: "The young master drank a lot of wine, and his sanity is not clear. You should pay attention to it and ring the service bell immediately if something goes wrong."

"I see."

Jing Jiaren quickly closed the door, unable to hold back her tears, she raised her hand to wipe her eyes.

Ximen Longting, you idiot, why do you still drink when you have stomach problems.

A few wine bottles were thrown on the big bed, and Ximen Longting was lying sprawled there without dragging his clothes or shoes, holding a half bottle of wine in his hand.

Jing Jiaren's eyes were filled with mist.

For half a month, he seemed to be haggard again...

How could she make him so haggard, she must be his disaster.

Jing Jiaren picked up the bottle and threw it into the trash can, then went to get the bottle in Ximen Longting's hand.

He held it tightly, and there was a ring on his pale finger, which was the same as Jing Jiaren's ring.

Jing Jiaren wiped her eyes again, her chest felt uncomfortably oppressed, and she tugged at the wine bottle.

"Ximen Longting, let go!"

"Ximen Longting...you wake up..."

"Don't you know you have a stomach problem, why do you still drink at this time..."

"Why do you torture me like this? This is the most ruthless revenge, you really hurt me!"

Jing Jiaren choked up and muttered to herself.

They always quarreled together, and she thought it was the best relief that they were separated.

But being separated...is even more painful.

Jing Jiaren finally pulled out the bottle forcefully and poured all the wine into the toilet, feeling weak, she squatted down slowly and hugged the toilet and groaned...

There is only a [-]% chance, stomach cancer...

Ximen Longting's character is extremely stubborn, he doesn't want to waste the rest of his life on treatment.Even if Jing Jiaren tries to get him to agree, the treatment may not be successful...

Jing Jiaren quickly stood up wiping her tears, the more she couldn't be defeated at such a time.

Walking out of the bathroom, a pair of red pupils stared at her intently.

Jing Jiaren's heart choked——

The eyes of the two were deeply fixed, and the air became thinner.

Jing Jiaren's soul seemed to be pulled away, and it took a long time to make a sound:

"you're awake?"

Ximen Longting frowned tightly, grabbed his painful head, and slowly got up to get out of bed.

Jing Jiaren walked to the bed and put his hand on his shoulder: "You are very drunk, go to sleep, I have something to tell you when I wake up."

In the next second, she was brought to the bed, and Ximen Longting's eyes as deep as the ocean looked at her, as if he was questioning her authenticity.

Jing Jiaren held his face: "Your eyes... are really like the deep sea."

Just looking at her, she was drowning and suffocating.

His stubble pierced her tender palm...

The messy hair was covered with sweat, as if it had been watered.

He pressed his lower lip sharply and kissed her.

The taste of whiskey hits the mouth...