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

"Tell him, is it still called absconding?" Jing Jiaren threw all the clothes out of the closet and began to tie knots.

SUN is not idle either, helping out from the sidelines.

SUN was not strong enough, Jing Jiaren asked him to tie the knot, and she was responsible for pulling the knot firmly.

Ximen Fenglie seemed to have lost his soul, his face was dull and dull.

[I know, when you kicked those two children off, you were also very distressed. 】

[No man is willing to kick the child in the belly of his most beloved woman...it must be more painful than killing yourself, right? 】

With a sweep of his big hand, all the documents and books in front of him fell into pieces.

Ximen Fenglie stood up, and threw the desk lamp and teacup to the ground one by one.

Vik was very impressed, only the young master Ximen would be so impulsive and vent in such a reckless way.

Later, Miss JANE said she didn't like it...so he changed it.

Ximen took a few steps in a stumbling manner, and everything he saw was smashed into pieces by him.

He walked to the oil painting and stared at the smiling woman in the painting.

His fist hit the wall one after another.

There are hard reliefs on the wall of the rock, and when the fist hits it, blood is immediately blurred.

Ximen Fenglie began to slam his head against the wall vigorously. This scene stunned Vic.

Years ago, after the master kicked the child away, he abused himself like this...

But even if he really killed himself, the child would not come back.

"Sir, stop!" Vic stepped forward and pulled him, regardless of the distinction between master and servant.

Ximen Fenglie seems to be stuck in the memories of the past and cannot extricate himself.

The bone-eroding pain ran through his blood, the pain he had suppressed for so many years...

……

Jing Jiaren opened the window and let down the rope made of clothes.

There are also countless clothes in the cabinet, so the rope made is long enough...

"My dear," SUN glanced at it and clicked his tongue, "This is the 4th floor, and the bottom is full of thorns."

There are rose bushes all over the place...

"Don't worry, there are people below to take care of you." Jing Jiaren reassured, "Mom won't put you in danger."

"SUN is not worried about himself, what SUN is worried about is..." SUN pointed to Jing Jiaren's stomach.

"Mom has a way."

Jing Jiaren found a bucket, and first wrapped it tightly with clothes to prevent it from becoming weak.

"SUN, sit in the bucket and try..."

……

Vic hugged Ximen Fenglie tightly from behind: "Master, if Miss Jane sees you like this, she will be very sad."

[If she is still alive, she must not want you to live in hatred and be so unhappy. 】

Ximen Fenglie's back was arched, his forehead was still pressed against the wall, and his whole body was leaning against it slumped.

His right hand was stained with blood, and it was a mess all over the place.

He gasped violently twice, his eyes became silent.

SUN was sitting in the bucket, sticking his head out with both hands lying on the edge of the bucket, and Jing Jiaren pressed his head back: "Don't move!"

"Queen, I don't allow you to hurt yourself!"

"Okay, just supervise me for Dad... When you get down there, untie the knot, stay in the barrel and don't run around."

Wrap the clothes around the legs of the desk by the window, and put SUN down slowly.

The dense fog at night was extremely thick, and SUN disappeared into the dense fog with the rickety bucket.

The fog in this castle can prevent the enemy's sneak attack, but it also becomes an excellent barrier for them to escape.