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

"Miss Three..."

The voice of the servants greeting came from the yard.

Leng Xinqi walked into the hall, followed by several bodyguards carrying shopping bags.

She saw the mess that hadn't been cleaned up at a glance: "Your masterpiece?"

Ximen Longying paused for a moment: "I'm almost bored to death."

"Are you angry with my brother again?"

"Apart from him, who else would dare to provoke me?" Ximen Longying sat down on the sofa coldly.

Leng Xinqi took off her big sunglasses and took the shopping bag from the bodyguard: "When I was shopping today, I saw a few sets of clothes that suit you very well. You can't wear them unless you can wear them—just like some men are born with Only you can handle it."

Ximen Longying is not very interested in clothes, but it is very useful to please Leng Xinqi.

"Although my brother is playing with sex now, isn't he still tightly held by you?"

Ximen Longying smiled and raised her lower lip: "That's true."

A servant came over with tea: "Miss San, Miss Ximen, drink tea."

"Young Mistress." Ximen Longying corrected her.

"Young Mistress, drink tea."

Ximen Longying took it in his hand, and opened the delicate black tea set with his slender hands: "Suddenly you are so flattering to me, what do you want me to do for you?"

"Do I still need a reason to please you? Sister-in-law!"

Ximen Longying smiled even more happily, now the entire Leng family recognized her, only Leng Aofeng was missing.

But it doesn't matter, she grabbed Leng Aofeng's three inches, not afraid that he would not give in.

"What did you buy?"

"This is from Chanel, this is from Hermès..."

Leng Xinqi took her belt and introduced them one by one. They were all expensive famous brands, and they were all limited editions.

He picked up the other two bags: "This is the latest flagship model launched by xm, and it belongs to me—you are not interested in xm either."

"You have a good eye, you know what I like." Ximen Longying took out a silk scarf and looked at it, very satisfied.

Leng Xinqi took out a brooch to help her wear, and said compliments: "You are only a little behind my brother's wedding...but Ximen and I..."

"Don't worry, Jing Jiaren won't be too arrogant for long." Ximen Longying's exquisite face flashed a hint of viciousness, and raised her face to make all the servants in the hall retreat, "Leave her to treat my brother first."

"Is there any hope for his illness?" Leng Xinqi was patient. How many times she wanted to see Ximen Longting, but it was a pity...

She had been warned that if she dared to appear in front of him again, she would be prepared to be disfigured.

She stroked her face, and the image of glass shards rubbing into her flesh one by one was still fresh in her memory.

There are still minor scars that need to be covered with makeup.

"He won't die. But Jing Jiaren won't live long."

"Have you thought of a way to deal with her?" Leng Xinqi straightened the brooch and asked, "You want to kill her?"

"She deserved to die long ago!"

"But even if she dies, there is still Ji Zihan!" Leng Xinqi was hopeless.

"It's hard to say. Feng Shui turns around in ten years. Even if he marries 99 times, you will still be the 100th. You will be the name engraved on his tombstone with him forever. Let's see who can afford it!" Ximen Longying is graceful and luxurious Her smile was incongruous with her viciousness, "You know what I mean?"

"Could it be that he marries one and we kill one?"

"If we don't need to do it, he'll get tired of it... He doesn't lack the women that the old man forced on him. It's better to be his lover than his wife."

Leng Xinqi was slightly relieved: "You are right, I am too impatient."