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

Leng Lintian suddenly came closer and looked at her deeply: "I don't want to see my woman live in such a miserable life."

Jing Jiaren shook off his hand forcefully: "I'm Ximen Jiaren, and I've been Ximen Longting's woman all my life, don't think about it!"

"..."

"If I can only be his bride for a day, and die with him, I am willing."

"..."

"Leng Lintian, did you hear clearly?" Jing Jiaren raised her lips and smiled strangely, "History cannot repeat itself, because I am me!"

Leng Lintian squinted his eyes, and suddenly clapped his hands,

"Just be a bride for one day..."

He stood up abruptly, his slender figure blocking her light source: "Even your tone of voice is exactly the same as her back then."

Jing Jiaren's posture was stiff, she closed her eyes heavily, and listened to his footsteps walking away.

"If you regret it, you are welcome to come to me at any time... You still have 5 days to regret it."

His words were like a curse.

Jing Jiaren suddenly felt something was wrong, you guys?

Suddenly raised his head, outside the door, there was a strong and cold breath bursting out.

"Brother, eavesdropping is not your style." Leng Lintian seemed to know that he was outside the door.

Ximen Longting came out from behind the carved gate with a cold and stern expression on his face.

Without waiting for Jing Jiaren to react, he rushed over at an extremely fast speed and punched Leng Lintian in the face.

Leng Lintian could dodge obviously, but he took the blow abruptly and took a few steps back.

Ximen Longting grabbed his collar and punched him again.

Just looking at it, it hurts so much.

"Ximen Longting!" Jing Jiaren was stunned for a moment, "Stop beating!"

Kicking Leng Lintian in the abdomen, he fell out and slid far away on the mirror's ground.

Even though he was beaten, Leng Lintian always had that leisurely and wanton smile on the corner of his mouth.

A stream of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and he simply sat on the ground with one leg bent and leaning on his long arm, smiling like a victor.

Ximen Longting approached step by step, and wanted to arrest him again.

Jing Jiaren stood in front of him and took his arm: "When will you change your temper, which is so restless and irritable?"

Ximen Longting stared at him condescendingly, with a hint of disgust in his eyes.

"This is what happens when he approaches you and talks nonsense!"

"Well, it's his business to say what he says... the important thing is that we won't be affected by anything he says, isn't it?"

Jing Jiaren stretched out her arms to hug him, "Quiet the fire."

Ximen Longting's leather shoe kicked Leng Lintian's body again, and his foot stepped on his hand.

"You want this hand to be useless, welcome!"

The leather shoes were crushed vigorously, as if there was a sound of bones breaking.

Wilson followed up from behind: "Master, calm down!"

Jing Jiaren forcibly pulled Ximen Longting away, and Wilson immediately stepped forward to help Leng Lintian: "Master Leng, are you alright?"

Leng Lintian straightened his clothes, obviously he was beaten, but his expression seemed to be that he hit someone else.

So proud, airy, and with a touch of pity and sympathy.

Wilson took out a towel and handed it to Leng Lintian: "Master Leng, the corner of your mouth is bleeding. Is the injury okay?"

"Really." Leng Lintian pressed the handkerchief to the corner of his lips, "Don't be afraid, I won't report it."

"Then thank you, Young Master Leng... Our young master has a bad temper."

"Wilson!" Ximen Longting said coldly.