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

Jing Jiaren handed the tray to the servant beside her, pressed her finger on the fingerprint reader, and the door opened with a click.

Ximen Longting was wearing a V-shaped open-neck striped shirt, showing his sexy chest, and sitting lazily on the bed.

In his hand, holding a silver pistol!

The firm and cold face tied the eyes with a tie.

"It's a pity, that shot missed." He rolled his lips coldly.

Wilson was shot in the left arm, and blood drenched the cuff of his suit.

"Ximen Longting, what are you doing!" Jing Jiaren shouted angrily, "How could you do this."

Ximen Longting held his jaw indifferently: "If you do something wrong, you will be punished. This is my rule."

The gun was aimed at Wilson again.

He clasped his arm with one hand and didn't move.

Jing Jiaren walked up to Wilson in a few strides: "Don't you know how to dodge, he's crazy, and you're crazy with him too?"

Wilson sighed: "Miss Jing, get out of the way."

"Tell him to shoot." Jing Jiaren said coldly, "If you have the guts, shoot and kill me. I was the one who tricked Wilson into going to the hospital."

"..."

"Ximen Longting, you are a coward, you don't even have the courage to live, you cowardly selfish ghost."

Ximen Longting took off his tie coldly, and pointed at Jing Jiaren's crotch: "Do you think I can't hit him if you block it?"

Jing Jiaren's figure is different from Wilson's. She is so slender, of course she can't completely block Wilson.

"If you don't leave, I'll leave bullet holes all over his body." Ximen Longting said brutally, "First his legs, then his hands, his chest, his head..."

Jing Jiaren looked at Ximen Longting blankly, is this really him?

"I'll count to three and fire one shot." He raised his lips leisurely and began to count.

Jing Jiaren bit her lips tightly: "Okay, I'll go."

"..."

"Before you leave, as long as you do one thing, I'll leave." Jing Jiaren walked to the coffee table, picked up the tea cup, poured a cup of tea, picked up an empty cup, and walked to Ximen Longting.

They are extremely close.

Jing Jiaren handed him the water glass.

Ximen Longting frowned coldly and took the cup.

Jing Jiaren took out the utility knife from her body, which she always carried with her.

"Miss Jing!"

"At the beginning, you asked me to choose to drink water or blood—" Jing Jiaren smiled calmly, "I chose to drink your blood."

"..."

"Now, I will give you the same chance."

Ximen Longting stared blankly.

"If you choose blood, I will leave, but one thing, Mr. Ximen must remember clearly, from now on I am dead or alive, and have nothing to do with you. Of course, I will not interfere with you..."

"..."

"If you choose water, I will stay and accompany you for treatment. Whether the operation succeeds or fails, I will accompany you..." Jing Jiaren tried to smile, "until the last moment."

Pay him back, everything she owes him, she wants to pay him back!

Putting the teacup on the ground, she knelt down and put the sharp blade of the utility knife on her wrist.

The sleeves were pulled up, revealing the deep and shallow masochistic wounds on her arms.

Just when the knife was about to strike, Ximen Longting kicked the knife away with a precise kick.

"Jing Jiaren!" Ximen Longting's eyes turned red, "You only know about my condition, do you know—"

The sound suddenly stopped.

"You know what, finish your sentence!"

Why did he reject her like this! ?