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

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Jing Jiaren was coughing, her body was in heavy pain, and she waited every minute with extreme torment

In the middle of the night, Leng Aofeng hadn't come back yet, so I had a very bad premonition.

She wanted to go out several times, but the door was locked firmly from the outside, and if she was caught by Ji Ziang's people...

It also added a burden to Leng Aofeng and Ximen Longting.

At first she wanted to call Wilson, but she looked around the house, but there was no communication equipment at all.

And when she gradually calmed down, she didn't want to go to Ximen Longting anymore...

I don't want to get involved in those disputes again.

But she is still poisoned, what should I do?Only Ji Ziang has antibiotics.what to do?

So what if she escaped, she was controlled to death, this kind of puppet-like life made her tired!

Finally there are footsteps outside the door...

It's just that the footsteps are a little different.

Jing Jiaren looked vigilant, and quickly dodged and hid behind the door, clutching a knife tightly in her hand.

This was taken out of the kitchen, and after Leng Aofeng left, she put it beside the bed for self-defense.

click, click...

The sound of unlocking the lock lasted for a long time, and it was not smooth at all. Jing Jiaren suspected that someone was distributing the keys, and became even more wary.

Finally, the door opened, and a gust of cold air rushed in!

Jing Jiaren was weak, holding the knife tightly, watching the long shadow spread on the ground through the light, stretching very long.

He walked in slowly—

Jing Jiaren's heart skipped a beat, and she suddenly raised the knife!

The back of the person who walked out was slightly hunched, but it could be seen that it was Leng Aofeng.

His consciousness was still very strong, and he immediately felt someone behind him, and he stretched out his hand to grab her wrist.

Jing Jiaren opened her eyes wide: "Leng Aofeng, are you injured!?"

blood, a lot of blood...

No wonder his footsteps sounded wrong, no wonder he opened the door for a long time.

Seeing that it was her, Leng Aofeng put down his hands and sighed softly: "I saw no one on the bed, so I thought you..."

"Don't talk, sit down." Jing Jia was startled, he didn't know how badly he was injured, it was the first time he saw Leng Aofeng injured so badly.

Jing Jiaren looked outside the door, there was faint bloodstains...

"It's raining outside... the rain will wash the blood away."

Jing Jiaren nodded, if the blood stains outside were washed away, those people would not be able to catch up with the church.

It was difficult for Leng Aofeng to stand up, and his right leg was still a little lame.

He seemed to be running back with his last breath...

Jing Jiaren supported him with one hand: "I'll help you to sit on a chair, can you sit?"

"Ah."

Jing Jiaren closed the door, helped Leng Aofeng to sit on the chair, and briefly checked for him. There were three gunshots, but fortunately none of them hit the serious place.

But he bled a lot, got caught in the rain, probably got a gunshot wound and fought a lot and fled.

His other bruises and falls were also severe.

The right leg fell while jumping from a high altitude, and the knee was worn out...

Did he fight back?

Seeing Leng Aofeng like this, she felt very uncomfortable: "Didn't I say that if something goes wrong, you should retreat immediately."

Leng Aofeng tore the bloody clothes on his body: "I was ambushed."

"ambush?"

"In the basement, they imprisoned a fake kid wearing a mask..." Leng Aofeng's eyes were dark and his face was tough, "It was my carelessness."

"The bullet had to be removed immediately, otherwise the wound would become infected."

But I can't go to the hospital.