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

Ximen Longting ignored her thoughts, hugged her forcefully in his arms, and walked out of the shop.

Jing Jiaren struggled: "Let go, my feet are fine."

"Don't move around, let the blood flow more."

Jing Jiaren: "..."

In fact, apart from worrying that she would bleed more, it was because her nightgown was too seductive, faintly visible.

Of course he didn't want anyone to see it but him—

Wilson followed closely: This pair of enemies... Just now they quarreled into a world war, and they were sticking together again in a blink of an eye.

All the clerks watched them leave with envious and amazed affection.

"The man is handsome and the woman is beautiful, very eye-catching, you are right."

"And they all have the same bad temper..."

"Why do I think they're out of their minds, and what they did at night made people frightened in vain."

"Are you jealous? Hahahaha."

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Ximen Longting's appearance is striking enough, so many bodyguards behind him intensify his striking appearance, plus he is hugging Jing Jiaren, and only wearing a scarf on his upper body, all kinds of things can't be ignored.

Jing Jiaren felt so ashamed!

Buried in his arms, she was afraid of reporting to the police, and also afraid of running into Shang Yanxuan or her sister.

She felt ashamed and didn't even think about it, Ximen Longting wrapped herself in a towel and went out...

At this time, two pedestrians who were not afraid of death saw this scene in the distance, and took out their mobile phones to capture this classic picture.

Since the popularity of Weibo, many people like to take pictures of interesting things on the road, and then upload them immediately to share with everyone.

A bodyguard reminded vigilantly: "Master, there are people taking pictures over there."

Ximen Longting curled his lips coldly and glanced at Wilson.

"I know how to do it."

Wilson brought two bodyguards over.

Jing Jiaren raised her head quietly, and saw that the two pedestrians had their mobile phones taken away, fell to the ground, and crushed them hard.

"Why did you smash our mobile phone, I will sue you!"

"Sir," Wilson patiently explained in Chinese, "You are infringing on our young master's right to portrait."

"...I'm taking pictures of the building behind him, and the focus is not on you, but you came to steal my shot." The passer-by remained stubborn and grabbed Wilson's clothes, "Don't go, I'm going to call 110. "

"It's not a good boy to know a mistake and not correct it." Wilson clapped his hands.

Two burly bodyguards clenched their fists and went up, one-on-one immediately, beating the two passers-by until they lay flat on the ground.

At that time, Jing Jiaren was already being carried into the hotel.

Lying on Ximen Longting's shoulders, from a distance, he saw two people being beaten to the ground, pissing on their buttocks: "You are too violent."

"I don't like being photographed." A cold voice came.

"Is it because you don't like exposure, or just don't like taking pictures?"

"None of them."

Jing Jiaren was puzzled, then she took pictures of him on the yacht, and she was still so embarrassing, and threatened him to post the photos on the Internet...

Why has he remained indifferent?

After finishing the call, Wilson gracefully handed out a business card: "When calling the police, call me at this number."

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Finally back in the hotel room, Jing Jiaren was placed on the big bed.

Ximen Longting opened the cabinet and took out another nightdress...

Fortunately, the clerks in the pharmacy just now were all women, and the accompanying bodyguards naturally did not dare to peek at the owner's private property.