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

There is a faint impression in his mind, although he doesn't remember it very clearly.

Wilson replied: "The young master said he didn't want to see her, so he didn't let her in... She brought something here, so I must hand it to you."

Ximen Longting pursed his resolute lips.

I saw Wilson bring the chicken soup and the documents.

Ximen Longting glanced coldly, with a very gloomy smile on the corner of his mouth.

He guessed that Jing Jiaren would write to him again, and she "lived up to expectations".Apart from this trick, wouldn't she know anything else?

She promised in the letter again and again, but it turned out to be a fart!

Ximen Longting's wound was painful, and he closed his eyes forcefully.

Suddenly punched Wilson in the face...

Although he is sick, he is full of strength.

The corner of Wilson's mouth was broken in an instant, but his foot was steady and he stood up straight.He knew he was here to fight.

"I told you, don't mention this woman again."

"Yes, master... this is the last time I'm going to fight. But these things...?"

"Burned."

"..."

Wilson took out the lighter and handed it to Ximen Longting together with the documents: "I don't have the right."

Which master does not regret it?When the time comes, let him spit out the burning, what should we do?

But in the past, Ximen Longting always threw it... and there was still room for it to be picked up.

And this time he burned it directly, that means, he was cruel?

Ximen Longting's face was indifferent and heartless, he grabbed those few documents and didn't even think about it at a glance...

Every time she hurt him and stabbed her mercilessly, she explained a bunch of unavoidable reasons in the letter.Once or twice, he believed...

After so many times, he was tired.

The metal lighter snapped on.

Bright flames lit his pale face...

Those copies of the design, the paternity test, and her medical certificate were burned together.

The fire gradually increased and spread, as if Ximen Longting was holding a ball of fire in his hand.

It was almost burning to his finger, so he waved lightly and threw it into the ashtray.

"Master, this is... the chicken soup that Miss X made for you, it's still warm, she said she hoped you could drink it..."

"Hey the dog."

"We don't have dogs here?"

Ximen Longting's sharp eyes fell on Wilson's face, as if asking: What are you without a dog?

Wilson: "..."

"Don't drink, wait for me to serve you personally?"

Wilson: "... just drink it."

Ximen Longting tried his best to support himself and sat up, asked the escort to fetch his clothes, and buttoned his shirt.

Wilson was drinking chicken soup, as if drinking pesticide, and asked, "Master, where are you going? Your body is inconvenient to move."

"Go home."

Ximen Longting stood in front of the mirror and put on his tie on his own.

In the mirror, he has three-dimensional features, unruly, and handsome...

For an unworthy woman, he has indulged enough, recalling the days he lived in purgatory before, his life is not as good as a dog.

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Leng Aofeng's face was tense, his teeth were clenched, and he forced Aunt Qu into a dark corner.

"I'll ask you one last time, where did you go this afternoon?!"

Dark shadows loom like clouds—

In Aunt Qu's eyes, Leng Aofeng has always been cold-tempered and rarely gets angry for anything.

It seems that he is not short-tempered, everyone has a bottom line, and Jing Jiaren is his bottom line...