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

Ximen Longting strangled Ji Ziang's neck with his scarf, about to strangle him to death.

"My neck is worthless, this scarf of yours..." Ji Ziang smiled sinisterly, "If it is torn, it will be wasted."

Ximen Longting pulled back the scarf fiercely, some water from Ji Ziang's body was stained on it, he suddenly stretched out his fist with disgust on his face.

Ji Ziang stopped him by the wrist: "I gave you back the scarf, still hitting?"

"roll."

Ximen Longting withdrew his hand coldly, wishing he could throw Ji Ziang off the cliff.

"Ximen, men don't play with feelings when they play, and don't treat women when they are serious." He patted Ximen Longting on the shoulder, "Just play."

Ximen Longting slapped his hands in a chilling manner.

Ji Ziang withdrew his hand in time, and smiled awe-inspiringly: "Your ADHD has become more and more serious, and you can move your hands and feet before you can say a few words."

As soon as the words were finished, a servant came over with Ji Ziang's cell phone ringing: "Master, call."

At this time, there is only one person who dares to call him and disturb him...

Ji Ziang's brows and eyes eased, and he picked up the phone.

Sure enough, a warm voice came from over there: "I announce that I'm done."

"Well, shall I pick you up?"

"No, you didn't mean that I'm done with work, and I'll call you any later."

"I'll pick you up."

"Then how long will it take you?"

"Soon...don't hang up, we'll be there while we're chatting." Ji Ziang hooked his fingers, and the servant immediately understood, held a towel to dry his body, and quickly put on his shirt and suit pants .

Ji Ziang sandwiched the phone: "What stupid thing did you do tonight, tell me and let me hear."

"Stupid?"

"You heard me wrong, I asked you what's interesting."

"Master, sleeve." The servant reminded.

Ji Ziang changed his hand to hold the phone, put on his suit jacket, and rushed to the helicopter that brought the supper without stopping.

Ximen Longting: "..."

As soon as Ji Ziang left, the whole villa seemed very deserted and lonely.

Ximen Longting looked at the food on the stone table, he could see that a lot of thought had been put into each item, even the radish was carved with beautiful beards.

Ximen Longting silently picked up his chopsticks and took a bite...

As if some emotion had choked his throat, he swallowed slowly.

A gust of night wind blew, and his water-condensed body began to freeze.

The servant stood beside him holding the bathrobe, not daring to disturb him...

Ximen Longting seemed to be attending a rigorous meeting, tasting one dish after another, and swallowing every mouthful was extremely difficult.

Suddenly, the phone on the table vibrated.

Ximen Longting opened the message:

【If you don't want to see me, then I'll leave and you go get medical treatment.If you don't want to be cured, then I won't force you anymore, come back. 】

Ximen Longting held the phone tightly.

[If you don't want to see me, and don't want to heal your illness, then let me stay by your side and stay with you, don't disappear suddenly.If one day you have nothing, I will be your last luggage. 】

Ximen Longting forcefully put down his chopsticks and tightly clutched the scarf.

There seems to be a magma-like grief gushing out from the depths of my heart...

Jing Jiaren was leaning against the bed and holding her mobile phone. She didn't wait for a reply for a long time, and more and more despair rose in her eyes.

He obviously added her number to the blacklist, couldn't he even receive text messages?

Stiff fingers typed the last two words stroke by stroke:

【Good night. 】