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

Ximen Longting who lost his mind... really looks like a wild beast, fierce and savage!

Ximen Longting turned over and pressed her under him, pressing her heavy body...

With a height of 1.8 meters [-], this weight is like a mountain, almost crushing Jing Jiaren...

Normally, Ximen Longting would support his arms when he was pressed down, removing all the weight.

"You are so heavy!" Jing Jiaren almost couldn't hold her breath, it was the first time she found Ximen Longting so heavy.

"Jing Jiaren..." Ximen Longting yelled her name, reeking of alcohol.

Jing Jiaren's heart seemed to be rolling in a frying pan.

"Jing Jiaren!" The growling voice was hoarse.

"It's me," Jing Jiaren replied, "You are really heavy."

"Jiaren..." Ximen Longting's eyes locked on her deeply, as if softening, "Jing Jiaren..."

Jing Jiaren's heart was getting hotter and hotter, and she couldn't stand him calling her name so loudly. Although he didn't say anything, it made her feel very sad.

She could feel how bad and depressed he was.

The pain in his eyes made her feel very distressed.

Wilson had already called two bodyguards, fearing that Ximen Longting would crush Jing Jiaren: "Quickly help the young master up."

The two bodyguards supported Ximen Longting's shoulders, and were immediately shocked by his strong force.

Wilson went on stage himself, twisted Ximen Longting's neck, and pulled him up...

"Miss Jing, let's go."

Jing Jiaren hurriedly sat up from the sofa, coughed a few times, and fled a few steps away.

Like a beast, Ximen Longting kicked the two bodyguards and Wilson far away, stood up drunk, and staggered towards Jing Jiaren.

Jing Jiaren stepped back again and again.

Wilson moved quickly, rushed up and hugged Ximen Longting's waist from behind: "Miss Jing, take advantage of this time."

Jing Jiaren ran to the door and heard his hoarse roar:

"Jing Jiaren, you dare to go! Don't go—"

That voice was like iron claws embedded in Jing Jiaren's heart...

Ximen Longting struggled hard, his red eyes were tearing apart.

He bumped into Wilson's body with his elbows, his whole body stood up, veins appeared on his neck, Jun's face was tense and blood red.

With this appearance, it looks like he is about to kill someone in the next second.

Even Wilson was afraid that Ximen Longting would hurt Jing Jiaren——

But the strange thing is that Jing Jiaren is not at all afraid that Ximen Longting will really hurt her.

While she was hesitating, Wilson had already been broken free by Ximen Longting again. His chest was hit ten times. He was about to bruise, and his body fell a few steps backwards. Fortunately, two bodyguards caught him.

Jing Jiaren just hesitated for a moment, and Ximen Longting stood in front of her again, with his hands like iron hoops, he wrapped her into his arms.

He was drunk and didn't know how to control strength...

The tightened hands made her feel another burst of pain, and the bones were so painful.

"Ximen Longting, please be more rational, okay?" Jing Jiaren raised her head and stared at the man with blood-red eyes. His expression was so fierce that it made people frightened.

"Miss Jing, it really doesn't work, I have no choice but to knock the young master out."

Wilson pressed his abdomen with one hand, some blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and his internal organs were broken...

"Stun him? Don't..." Wouldn't Ximen Longting be in pain?What should I do if I am injured?

"If you continue like this, you will get hurt."

"He won't hurt me...he's just afraid that I'll leave." Jing Jiaren stared at Ximen Longting with bright eyes, "Isn't it?"