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

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At night, the sky is as thick as a splash-ink painting, and the stars are twinkling.

The fountain by the Swan Lake began to sprinkle water, and the beautiful spray column melted into the lake, and the castle reflected on the lake trembled slightly, as if there was another illusory world.

After drinking and eating, Jing Jiaren was dragged out by the devil to blow the night breeze.

The starry sky was endless, she looked at it and felt sleepy.

"...Woman, I'm asking you something."

No one answered Ximen Longting's words, and the moment he turned his head, he found that the little woman was asleep.

He couldn't help but curl up a smile, and was about to lean over, and couldn't help kissing her pink lips——

"No...don't come here..."

She frowned suddenly and shook her head nightmarely.

Having a nightmare?

Just as Ximen Longting was about to wake her up, he spit out four words from her lips: "Ximen Longting..."

Dreaming about him?Ximen Longting's movements stopped, and a burst of joy exploded in his heart.The so-called thinking day by day and dreaming at night, she would dream of him, it must be because she misses him.

"Come here again, I'll kill you!"

The next sentence threw President Ximen's joy into the bottom of the valley.

Jing Jiaren waved her hands suddenly, as if she was holding a dagger in her hands, her body trembled, and she said something in a low voice.

Suddenly she began to beg: "Let me go..."

In the dream her assassination apparently failed.

Ximen Longting's chest was suffocated, but at that moment, the empty dagger in the air seemed to have pierced straight into his heart.

The assassination in the dream failed, but in reality it was a very successful stab!

"Let me go...or I will die..."

The word death is particularly bleak in the night wind.

Ximen Longting's face was frosty, and he grabbed her shoulders with both hands, trying to shake her awake.

Why does he only exist in nightmares!She hated him so much that she wanted to kill him in her dream?

She can't kill him, so she wants to commit suicide?She dares!Without his permission, she is not allowed to die!

Ximen Longting's hands were like pliers, and his pupils were so red that they were about to bleed.Jing Jiaren groaned in pain, and slowly woke up.

Facing him was his frosty face.

"What are you doing? Let go, it hurts..."

"Have you had a nightmare?"

"Seems to be."

"What did you dream about?"

"I don't remember." Jing Jiaren really didn't remember, all she knew was that she had a very terrible nightmare.

Ximen Longting was about to press for further questions when Wilson hurried over with an anxious expression, "Master."

"what's up?"

Wilson switched to French and said something, Ximen Longting's face darkened, and he suddenly got up.

The tall figure took a few steps forward, turned back suddenly, and stared at Jing Jiaren coldly: "When I'm not around, you'd better stay in the manor obediently and don't play any tricks."

Jing Jiaren asked, "Are you going to go for a long time?"

"Maybe come back tomorrow, maybe a few days—what, do you expect me to go long?"

"..."

"Do you want me to leave and never come back?"

Of course Jing Jiaren hoped so.

"If you die, this wish will never come true!" Leaving aside the cold words, Ximen Longting strode forward, and the private helicopter had already parked in front of the manor and waited.

Jing Jiaren saw that the master and servant were talking French while walking, Ximen Longting's side face was indescribably gloomy and dignified, it should be a very serious matter, otherwise he would not have left on the night of her birthday. ############################

At night, the sky is as thick as a splash-ink painting, and the stars are twinkling.

The fountain by the Swan Lake began to sprinkle water, and the beautiful spray column melted into the lake, and the castle reflected on the lake trembled slightly, as if there was another illusory world.

After drinking and eating, Jing Jiaren was dragged out by the devil to blow the night breeze.

The starry sky was endless, she looked at it and felt sleepy.

"...Woman, I'm asking you something."

No one answered Ximen Longting's words, and the moment he turned his head, he found that the little woman was asleep.

He couldn't help but curl up a smile, and was about to lean over, and couldn't help kissing her pink lips——

"No...don't come here..."

She frowned suddenly and shook her head nightmarely.

Having a nightmare?

Just as Ximen Longting was about to wake her up, he spit out four words from her lips: "Ximen Longting..."

Dreaming about him?Ximen Longting's movements stopped, and a burst of joy exploded in his heart.The so-called thinking day by day and dreaming at night, she would dream of him, it must be because she misses him.

"Come here again, I'll kill you!"

The next sentence threw President Ximen's joy into the bottom of the valley.

Jing Jiaren waved her hands suddenly, as if she was holding a dagger in her hands, her body trembled, and she said something in a low voice.

Suddenly she began to beg: "Let me go..."

In the dream her assassination apparently failed.

Ximen Longting's chest was suffocated, but at that moment, the empty dagger in the air seemed to have pierced straight into his heart.

The assassination in the dream failed, but in reality it was a very successful stab!

"Let me go...or I will die..."

The word death is particularly bleak in the night wind.

Ximen Longting's face was frosty, and he grabbed her shoulders with both hands, trying to shake her awake.

Why does he only exist in nightmares!She hated him so much that she wanted to kill him in her dream?

She can't kill him, so she wants to commit suicide?She dares!Without his permission, she is not allowed to die!

Ximen Longting's hands were like pliers, and his pupils were so red that they were about to bleed.Jing Jiaren groaned in pain, and slowly woke up.

Facing him was his frosty face.

"What are you doing? Let go, it hurts..."

"Have you had a nightmare?"

"Seems to be."

"What did you dream about?"

"I don't remember." Jing Jiaren really didn't remember, all she knew was that she had a very terrible nightmare.

Ximen Longting was about to press for further questions when Wilson hurried over with an anxious expression, "Master."

"what's up?"

Wilson switched to French and said something, Ximen Longting's face darkened, and he suddenly got up.

The tall figure took a few steps forward, turned back suddenly, and stared at Jing Jiaren coldly: "When I'm not around, you'd better stay in the manor obediently and don't play any tricks."

Jing Jiaren asked, "Are you going to go for a long time?"

"Maybe come back tomorrow, maybe a few days—what, do you expect me to go long?"

"..."

"Do you want me to leave and never come back?"

Of course Jing Jiaren hoped so.

"If you die, this wish will never come true!" Leaving aside the cold words, Ximen Longting strode forward, and the private helicopter had already parked in front of the manor and waited.

Jing Jiaren saw the master and servant talking French while walking, Ximen Longting's side face was indescribably gloomy and dignified, it should be a very serious matter, otherwise he would not have left on the night of her birthday.