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

It was all done with one hand, holding her hand and never letting go.

Ximen Longting's temper endured till the end, until Leng Lintian planted that kiss on the back of Jing Jiaren's hand——

Only then did the bombs all over his body detonate completely!

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Ximen Longting turned the steering wheel, setting off a bloodbath in the driveway...

One car after another narrowly missed him, but he was always able to drive away at critical moments.

S route, zigzag line, running a red light...

He was soon spotted by the traffic police, and the whining siren sounded.

Wilson drove a black bodyguard car, closely following Ximen Longting's body.

As the commotion grew louder, Ximen Longting sneered like a devil and played a game of mouse and cat with the police convoy.

One after another police cars approached with honking noises.

The conversation on the road continued to be messed up by Ximen Longting.

At the intersection, there are police vehicles intercepting in three directions...

A huge truck drove by, and Ximen Longting's car rushed out. Just when everyone thought he was a **** and was about to hit the big truck and turn him into a mess, he happened to be thrilled. He rushed over and disappeared from everyone's sight.

The truck driver stepped on the foot brake with a livid face, shaking like chaff all over his body.

Wilson sighed, and finally called the police station...

Five minutes later, all the chasing convoys received an order at the same time to cancel the pursuit.

And Ximen Longting has disappeared...

Master, you are so messed up.The mind is too small.Isn't it just holding hands?

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Hold hands this time, KISS next time, and next time... a home run.

With a gloomy face, Ximen Longting lowered the lathe, and the wind whizzed past his ears.

His face was extremely cold, and the smell of alcohol evaporated from his body.

These Tianjingjiaren and Leng Lintian went out together, eating out, watching movies, shopping malls, and taking walks in the square.

It's all about dating!

He knew that he didn't hold his breath, and he shouldn't be impulsive.But when he met Jing Jiaren, he couldn't help himself at all.

Watching her fall into someone else's arms?

His heart was beating dully, his eyes were bursting with flames, and the tearing pain spread.

Jing Jiaren, I miss you! ! ! !

A constant gushing out of emotion made him want to go see her right away, hold her in his arms, and declare that she belonged!

The buildings on both sides passed quickly in his vision.

There is a line of advertising slogans on the billboard not far away:

[If you like it, you will be presumptuous, but love is restraint...]

His hands with sharp knuckles were clenched on the steering wheel.

It turns out that this is the feeling of deep love... It's so bitter that I want to kill myself, but I can't bear to hurt her even a little bit.

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Jing Jiaren frowned, stopped the pen in her hand, and couldn't help opening the window.

The western-style building next door is very close, separated by two gardens...

I don't know what happened to that house, all the servants are busy up and down, and the soldiers are in chaos.Through the rolled up big curtains, one can see that the room is luxuriously furnished and the lights are bright and bright. Dozens of servants are squeezed into such a small western-style building, which really seems cramped.

She saw the French blond butler again, instructing two servants to carry the master to bed.

The man was drunk, his black body exuded the aura of a haze king.

Jing Jiaren put down her pen, walked to the window and looked over there...