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

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"Polish distilled vodka Spirytus, 96% alcohol, a sip is like a punch in the stomach."

Wilson said.

“Scotch four-distilled whiskey, 92% abv, is stored in oak barrels to enhance the taste. A team of BBC reporters once witnessed its alcohol content so high that it could drive a sports car at 100 miles per hour. "

Jing Jiaren: "..."

Jing Jiaren: "No, the degree is too high, it will ruin his stomach."

"At this moment you still care about his stomach?" Ximen Longting said coldly.

Jing Jiaren knew that his irrigation method towards Leng Lintian was fierce after all——

With such a high amount of alcohol, the lighter will ignite at a touch...

Do you pour so much in the stomach and still burn the stomach?

"No, change it to someone with a lower degree. I'd rather mix and match and let him drink more." Jing Jiaren insisted.

"He is the most expensive!" Ximen Longting scoffed, "I used to drink these wines."

"So you later developed gastric cancer from gastric disease..."

Simon Longting finally chose Czech Republic Absinthe, which has a concentration of 70%.

On the IPAD, Wilson draws out the turquoise wine, a very beautiful color.

"The raw material of this wine is a chemical substance called 'thujone' extracted from giant wormwood, which can cause people to experience symptoms such as difficulty falling asleep, hallucinations, and convulsions."

"Are you so clear?" Jing Jiaren stared blankly at Ximen Longting, "Have you tried it yourself?"

Ximen Longting's dark eyes.

Once he was so entangled in Jing Jiaren's nightmares that he couldn't fall asleep. Even if he was drunk and fell asleep, he would always dream of a plane crash and her jumping off a cliff...

The horrifying picture of her constantly dying in front of him.

Later, when he drank this wine, the hallucination would make him see Jing Jiaren...

At that time, he was addicted to alcohol, decadent and sloppy, no different from death.

Wilson was horrified at the thought of those years, but fortunately, Jing Jiaren was still alive.

"No, he can't sleep and we will suffer..."

"It's still like this... 56% rum..."

Leng Lintian naturally thought of what they were going to do, with a calm expression on his face.

He watched from the sidelines as they discussed what to drink with him.

"You have two choices. The first is to get yourself drunk, and the second is to get you drunk."

"I like a suspenseful outcome."

Ximen Longting smiled coldly: "I don't eat fine wine for toasting, I only use one finger to deal with you."

Not long after, the bodyguard brought several boxes of wine and poured them all into the bathtub.The strong smell of alcohol permeated the air, causing SUN to hide, because he was most afraid of getting drunk.

Leng Lintian was pushed into the bathroom, an arm's length away, and he was pushed into the pungent alcohol-smelling bathtub by several bodyguards...

The wine drowned his face, and bubbles floated up...

Jing Jiaren looked at the stopwatch: "Okay, let him rest for a while."

"The kindness of a woman," Ximen Longting grabbed the stopwatch and stepped on Leng Lintian's rickety back, "Don't worry, he won't die."

Jing Jiaren: "..."

so cruel.

It wasn't until the bubbles gradually decreased that Ximen Longting grabbed Leng Lintian by the collar and lifted him up.

The wine wet his hair, and the roots were hanging down clearly...

"How, is there any suspense in this result?"

"Comfortable."

"Put it down again!" Ximen Longting's face was gloomy, "Don't beg for mercy on his behalf, you have to suffer!"

Jing Jiaren frowned and had to shut up.