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

This time he fell into a deep sleep, and no one could wake him up...

He seemed to hear Wilson's voice and the music on his mobile phone. His body was heavy, and he wanted to get up, but was defeated by physical strength.

【Ximen Longting, Ximen Longting...】

He heard Jing Jiaren calling him, but his body was frozen, and he couldn't open his eyes no matter what.

Ximen Longting was full of violence, clenched his fists tightly, trying to catch her.

But the shadow flashed in his dream like a stream of light.

【Forget it, let him have a good sleep. 】

【Ximen Longting, sleep peacefully, I will accompany you. 】

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In the morning, when the strong light hit, Ximen Long finally woke up like a sleeping lion.

A nurse stood at the window and pulled the curtain. Seeing that Ximen Longting had woken up, she immediately became nervous: "The doctor said to open the window for ventilation."

Ximen Longting suddenly looked at the chair, it was empty.

He vaguely felt that Jing Jiaren was sitting on that chair and looking at him last night.

The half of his body he tried to lift fell back.

His body was spewing fire, and his entire resistance had begun to decline since stomach cancer. Is this another high fever?

It rained heavily yesterday, and the sky changed suddenly. He just blew a little wind.

The corner of his mouth grinned cruelly, how could he become so weak——

As the condition worsens, the body will become weaker and weaker, and the physical fitness will deteriorate, and a series of complications will follow.

When the resistance is weakened, a little illness can easily strike ~ fall.

Ximen Longting seemed to have some kind of induction, and his eyes suddenly fell on the sofa, where a female coat was placed...

"Bring me that dress!"

The nurse lowered some of the curtains to keep too much light from coming in.

Taking the coat over, Ximen Longting took a deep sniff and smelled Jing Jiaren's scent.

The perception last night was not a dream, she came back...

gone again? !

Ximen Longting pulled out the infusion needle, staggered out of bed, and the nurse backed away: "You are on an infusion, so you can't get out of bed."

"What about her?"

The nurse looked dazed.

"Wilson!" he called, but there was no answer.

Damn it, the phone didn't answer the call.

Ximen Longting held Jing Jiaren's clothes and opened the door of the ward to go out. The bodyguards guarding the door hurriedly followed him.

Ximen Longting was barefoot, walking forward while making a phone call, with one hand still tightly clutching Jing Jiaren's coat...

Afraid of being slow, she left.

Ximen Longting rushed out of the elevator like a headless chicken, causing quite a commotion.

As soon as he walked out of the hospital, he saw a figure in the open space with his back turned to him, talking to Wilson.

Ximen Longting pushed aside the pedestrians blocking the way, and walked quickly.

Wilson felt the murderous intent, looked up and saw Ximen Longting first, and said something.

The figure was slightly taken aback and turned around.

Standing in the sun, Jing Jiaren's face was dazzled by the strong light, and she couldn't see the facial features clearly, only a vague outline.

It seemed that her body was transparent and would disappear with the strong light at any time.

Ximen Longting rushed in front of her, his outstretched hand froze in mid-air, suddenly afraid that what he was hugging was just a ball of air!

"Ximen Longting, why did you come out with disheveled clothes?"

Jing Jiaren narrowed her eyes slightly: "You haven't put on your shoes yet?"

Ximen Longting's red eyes stared at her tightly, and he swept her into his arms suddenly.

Her breath and fragrance entered his nostrils.

He hugged her tightly, and the real touch filled his empty heart: "Dead woman, let me catch you!"