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

Baby, don't be afraid, daddy will save you.

"Ximen, you still have 5 minutes to think about it." Ji Ziang put on his gloves and injected the medicine with a needle, "This is abortion medicine, as long as you inject one, she will have a miscarriage immediately, are you ready?"

The bodyguard placed an alarm clock with a set time on the table.

The sound of walking in seconds is very loud, click, click, click...

Ximen Longting looked at Jing Jiaren through the screen, his eyes became extremely hollow.

He never thought that one day he would see his woman tied up in front of him with his own eyes, but he was powerless.

But this sense of powerlessness, helpless, has suppressed him to the top.

"Let me say it one last time, your wife is not in my hands."

Ji Ziang's expression darkened.

Jing Jiaren bit the cloth strip and was speechless.

At this moment, she almost believed Ximen Longting's words.Maybe Wen Xinnuan is really not in his hands, because they wronged him?

Otherwise, how could Ximen Longting remain indifferent even seeing such a situation!

"Ji Ziang, if you dare to touch the child in her stomach, you will wait to collect your sister's body." Ximen Longting bit his lip threateningly.

"Then you will also collect her body..."

"..."

The two sides were at a stalemate, Ji Ziang's palms were actually sweating slightly, but the corners of his mouth were relaxed and comfortable.

Ximen Longting had already turned around, no longer looking at Jing Jiaren's face.

He spun around the room anxiously like a lion, raised his foot suddenly, and kicked hard on the table.

Damn, damn!

His mind was in a mess, and he couldn't think of a way at all.

You can't force it, Jing Jiaren is in Ji Ziang's hands, and her life will be in danger at any time.

Even if Jing Jiaren was rescued and Ji Ziang was killed, he would still be dead without antibiotics——

Wen Xinnuan was not in his hands, but it was obvious that Ji Ziang would not believe anything he said.

He couldn't explain it with a hundred mouths.

Jingle Bell--

The alarm clock rang and it was 5 minutes.

"Ximen, have you made up your mind?" Ji Ziang pressed the alarm clock, showing a demonic smile, "If you don't make a decision, I'm going to do it."

Ximen Longting suddenly turned his head, his eyes bloodshot: "I said, she is not in my hands. How dare you touch her—"

"I will dare to show you." Ji Ziang walked over, his tall figure covering Jing Jiaren.

The feeling of being shrouded in death struck again...

Jing Jiaren shook her head violently, she is not afraid of death, but she doesn't want anything to happen to this child!

No matter if it is a boy or a girl, even if it is a monster, as long as it belongs to her and Ximen Longting, she wants to stay.

Jing Jiaren struggled vigorously, with broken tears in her eyes.

Ji Ziang frowned, pointing the needle at Jing Jiaren's hand.

"Simon, I'll count to three."

"..."

"1--"

Ximen Longting yanked open the drawer, pulled out a pistol, and pointed it at Ji Ziang's temple on the big screen.

index finger on the wrench—

"2--"

Ximen Longting knew that it was nothing but a pile of glass to hit, and it was useless, and his woman was still under threat.

"Master, you must calm down at this time and think of a way."

"3--"

"The more anxious people are, the less they can think of a solution. You should calm down now." Wilson said in a low voice, "otherwise it won't help."

Ximen Longting put down the pistol dejectedly, sweat dripping down his forehead.

Where did his usual calmness and wisdom go? !