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

Jing Jiaren frowned and stared at her coldly.

Suddenly, her body folded and squatted down in front of him...

It's just kneeling in front of Ximen Longting, even if he really slaps her, what's the point?

Back then she abandoned him and chose SUN and her own peaceful life.

Compared with what he did, she was so selfish...

Jing Jiaren knelt down on her knees and began to pick up the banknotes scattered on the ground.

Ximen Longting took a deep puff of his cigarette and watched her figure picking up money on the ground, his chest was so heavy that he couldn't breathe.

Why is he not happy at all! ?

Jing Jiaren picked them up very quickly, sorting them into piles according to the original appearance, in an orderly manner.

She walks on her knees through a room strewn with money!

As she knelt close to the shelf, broken tiles fell everywhere on the floor.

Her knee was accidentally stabbed by debris...

Jing Jiaren frowned, carefully avoiding the debris, or sweeping away the debris in front of her in advance.

Even so, some inconspicuous fine shards of glass still pricked her knees frequently.

Jing Jiaren turned pale from the pain.

Ever since she met Ximen Longting, she has been injured—her left hand is still bandaged.

From the beginning to the end, Ximen Longting sat with his legs crossed and watched with cold eyes.

One cigarette after another...

Half-closed his eyes, a broken light flashed across his red eyes.

How can a woman who bends her waist for money and kneels on the ground to pick it up deserve to be compared with the arrogant "Jing Jiaren" like a white swan?

He was blind, so he mistook her for [Jing Jiaren] again and again.

Although she does look alike in many ways, they are not the same person!

Most of the money was put back into the box. Jing Jiaren's waist hurt a little, mainly because her knees were bloody from the glass shards.

This is really the most difficult 200 million yuan she has ever earned!

Jing Jiaren grinds to Ximen Longting's feet.

Under his leather shoes, there were still the last two banknotes.

The blood on Jing Jiaren's knees faded to the ground...

"Boss, I'm sorry you stepped on your foot."

"..."

"Could you please lift your foot?" Jing Jiaren's forehead was dripping with sweat, and her lips trembled slightly because of the pain in her knee.

Ximen Longting raised his fingers on the armrest of the sofa, and stared at her calmly, as if he had never heard of her.

"Please raise your feet!" Jing Jiaren reminded again.

Ximen Longting's eyes turned hard, he raised his leg and kicked her on the shoulder.

Jing Jiaren's body was folded backwards, and she sat slumped on the ground.

He used to like to kick the servants who served him, but now, in his eyes, she was a despicable servant.

Jing Jiaren took a deep breath: "I thought you would be happy if I did this."

"..."

"You should be happy that at least you have the absolute right to make anyone do whatever you want."

These words instantly hit Ximen Longting's pain point!

Jing Jiaren stretched out her hand, ready to pick up the last two coins.

Ximen Longting suddenly stood up from the sofa, and just stepped on the back of Jing Jiaren's hand with one foot.

Together with the two pieces of money in her hands, they stepped on them fiercely!

The bones of Jing Jiaren's hand hurt a bit, and her sweat fell even more.

"I've hurt my left hand, I hope you don't make my right hand useless!"

Ximen Longting, how could you become so ruthless...