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

Behind him, a door opens.

The man's stern and tall figure was leaning against the door, his hands crossed his chest coldly and stood.

He felt sorry for the woman who had worked so hard to tease his senses, and then turned and left.

However, Jing Jiaren is indeed stepping out...

The blood dripped more quickly.

Jing Jiaren shook her head, the shallow pain was no longer enough to numb the medicine, she could only clenched her fists tighter.

Holding the phone in the other hand, she called the driver and told him to come in and pick her up immediately.

Call Wen Xinnuan now, it will take time for them to rush over...

Besides, there's no need to alarm Wen Xinnuan anymore.

The elevator door opened slowly in front of her.

Several couples of men and women came out of the elevator, all hugging the hot beauty shoulder to shoulder, but compared with Jing Jiaren's beauty, they were far behind.

When a group of people came out, Jing Jiaren naturally wanted to avoid them with her face downcast.

Just as one of the men passed by Jing Jiaren, he caught sight of her drooping profile.

He froze for a moment, reached out to grab Jing Jiaren's chin and straightened it up.

A delicate face came into view impressively.

"Extreme beauty!" The man immediately put his arms around Jing Jiaren's waist, "Let's go and play with brother Qing."

The woman beside him thumped him: "Damn it, don't you have me?"

"Let's play with two swords, shall we?"

Several other men looked at Jing Jiaren greedily: "What kind of double swords are you playing? Playing NP is exciting..."

"Go play with the spoon! This woman is the one I fell in love with first..."

"Young Master Han, isn't it meaningless for you to eat alone?"

The rules of this theater are like this... a prostitute with a high-end brand.

The women walking around here are all fruits that can be picked and tasted at will, so these men didn't think there was anything wrong.

"Let me go!" A cold light flashed across Jing Jiaren's eyes, trying to break free.

The man smiled and said, "The soft body... really smells good."

Jing Jiaren raised a hand.

Before he fell down, the man grabbed his wrist: "You want to hit me?"

Jing Jiaren followed with another hand, the blood on her hand splashed on the man's face, and the tip of the Swiss army knife scratched the man's face.

It's a pity that the stroke was not serious, and a shallow blood mark flowed away.

The man froze for a moment, let go of his hand and pushed Jing Jiaren away: "He's a lunatic!"

He even stabbed someone with a knife.

Looking at the blood on her hand...

Several men shook their heads and said, "Young Master Han, forget it, this woman probably has mental problems, stop playing."

"No, she dares to slap my face... The woman Han Fei likes will definitely conquer her on the bed!" The man leaned down and pinched Jing Jiaren's jaw.

Jing Jiaren's hand with the knife was about to stab again.

Han Fei avoided his body, angrily, waved his hand and slapped Jing Jiaren on the face.

The snap was loud!

Jing Jiaren's face was beaten far away.

"Become a biao~ and set up a chastity archway, pretending to be noble! It's your honor to be seen by me, Han Fei!"

As he spoke, he slapped Jing Jiaren again.

His wrist was strangled in mid-air, and a cold and chilling aura shook him.

In the next second, Han Feiren, as his name suggests, almost flew to South Korea...

The whole person flew more than ten meters away and hit a landscape tree. The tree fell on him, and the soil covered him.

Ximen Longting's strikes were clean and swift, vicious and bloodthirsty.

The expression on his face was as cold as Satan's.