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

Aunt Qu sighed. Ever since Jing Jiaren was sent back by Wilson's people yesterday, her mental state was very strange.

She persuaded Jing Jiaren for a long time before letting her rest and sleep...

Who knew that she suddenly disappeared this morning.

Aunt Qu walked over to Jing Jiaren: "Miss Jing, let's go back to the room first."

In Jing Jiaren's world, she saw Wilson walking towards her, and said with a blunt face: [Miss Jing, the young master told you to leave immediately, the young master does not want to see you. 】

That's right, everything now is Jing Jiaren's illusion.

In fact, after Ximen Longting woke up, he ordered Wilson not to see her again, and asked Wilson to send her away forcibly.

"Can you solve the problem without seeing me? You will never listen to my explanation..." Jing Jiaren grabbed Leng Aofeng's hand, "Why don't you ask me why I came to England?"

Leng Aofeng's face became extremely pale, and he reached out to stroke Jing Jiaren's forehead: "Is she sick?"

"I don't know, something is wrong with her since she came back yesterday, I didn't pay much attention at that time..."

"Come back yesterday?" Leng Aofeng asked coldly, "Where did she go yesterday?"

"This... I don't know, it seems to be sent back by someone."

Jing Jiaren grabbed Leng Aofeng's hand and pressed it to her face.

She obviously cried for a long time, and the tears kept flowing, dripping on his palm: "Ximen Longting, I'm sorry."

Leng Aofeng's palm was wet, and his heart was in severe pain.

"Ximen Longting, I really love you."

Leng Aofeng's long eyelashes trembled, and his heart felt as if it had been cut by a sharp knife.

Always calm, he growled at Aunt Qu: "Still standing? Go and call the doctor!"

"Okay, Mr. Leng, I'll go right away."

Leng Aofeng pressed Jing Jiaren's back neck with his hand, exerting a little force.

While crying, she suddenly felt dizzy, and closed her eyes heavily...

Leng Aofeng got out of bed, picked her up and sent her back to her original room.

……

"From your description, Miss Jing is suffering from a mental illness."

The doctor examined Jing Jiaren's body, and his eyes were extremely heavy. "She is in good health, so she must be mentally ill."

Jian Chenche sat on the chair. He had seen Jing Jiaren's illness before, and heard her mention it.

That time when he went to Leng's house, Jing Jiaren poked him with scissors——

"I don't care what method you use, just cure her." Leng Aofeng sat on the edge of the bed, staring fixedly at Jing Jiaren, who was lying on the bed with a pale face, and his fisted hands trembled uncontrollably.

The doctor hesitated: "You need to find a psychiatrist for mental illness. I'm afraid I can't treat it."

"Contact the most authoritative heart doctor immediately."

"However... mental illness is usually relieved, and there is no possibility of a cure," the doctor said cautiously, "you must be mentally prepared."

Jian Chenche sat on the sofa far away, with a deep expression on his face.

How could the condition worsen at this time, and the game will be played soon.

Fortunately, there is no need for Jing Jiaren's participation in the production... Her design was completed ahead of schedule.

"Miss Jing is awake." Aunt Qu reminded.

Jing Jiaren's fingers moved slightly, and she coughed...

Her wet eyelashes were still stained with tears.

When she opened her eyes and saw that everyone in the room was looking at her, she frowned slightly: "What happened? Why are they all stuck in my room again?"

Seeing that she was sober when she opened her mouth, everyone was obviously relieved.

Aunt Qu tried to explain: "You just ran into Mr. Leng's room and treated him as the young master."

Master?