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

The set at the scene had been beaten up and down, and the staff fled with valuable photographic equipment.

Gong Zihua's skills are also very good, the two men's vigorous figures are hitting from the east to the west...

Jing Jiaren ran over with her skirt in her hand, looking at the mess on the ground.

I didn't expect Gong Zihua to be so good at fighting...

If he was just a star, this skill would be scary.

The two men stepped on the table and chairs, pushed and swept, twirled and kicked, and hit in a row. All kinds of moves were realistic, as if they were filming a Hollywood action movie.

Although Gong Zihua often takes on martial arts movies and action movies, most of them are fancy, just for show...

A group of staff members were dumbfounded.

"Gong Zihua, stop fighting!" Jayson waved his hand and called two staff members to break up the fight.

As soon as he got close, he was sent flying by the two male gods with one leg, and fell far away.

Who of the rest of the staff would dare to approach again?All are going backwards.

Jayson is limping on one leg and is about to play on crutches...

"Stop hitting, Ximen Longting, stop!" Jing Jiaren followed the little assistant to the scene and yelled, frowning.

Ximen Longting paused when he heard her voice, and was immediately punched on the right cheek, which made him suffer a lot.

He closed his eyes coldly, grabbed Gong Zihua's body, and quickly hit his chest with a series of punches.

It's like hitting a sandbag heavily to vent...

After more than ten punches, Gong Zihua couldn't stand it first, and then was kicked hard, hitting the table, chairs and equipment, and the sound was scattered.

He pressed his chest, sat up his upper body, a mouthful of blood gushed out from his bright red lips.

While wiping the blood, Gong Zihua grabbed a teacup on the ground and hit it.

Ximen Longting avoided it and reached out to open the cup.

Then the second, third, fourth...

The cup slammed on the ground, making a series of crisp sounds.

A piece of splashed debris scratched the back of Ximen Longting's hand, and a shallow blood mark was cut, and the blood dripped on his ring.

dirty...

Ximen Longting wiped the blood off the ring with his hands, and he was furious: "You are looking for death, I will abolish you today."

"..."

Jing Jiaren had already circled behind him, and suddenly stretched out her arms and threw herself on him, hugging him from behind.

"Ximen Longting, stop hitting!"

Gong Zihua's eyes were quite fierce, and he grabbed a pastry knife and threw it over.

Ximen Longting was hugged tightly by Jing Jiaren, turned around and held her in his arms, his body froze when he was stabbed.

Jing Jiaren clutched Ximen Longting's shirt: "Is that enough, can you stop beating me?!"

"Okay, whatever you say..."

"The crown prince is injured, ah!" The little assistant screamed in fright.

Jing Jiaren's eyes widened, and she pushed Ximen Longting away suddenly, and saw the West Point knife stuck in the back of his shoulder blade.

The blood immediately stunned his suit jacket...

"It's all your fault, running out to seek death at this time?" Ximen Longting slapped her on the forehead, "Next time, don't run out during a chaotic battle, I will beat you!"

Jing Jiaren was stunned: "Your shoulder..."

"Small injury." Ximen Longting didn't take it seriously, stretched out his right hand behind his left shoulder, and grasped the handle of the knife.

Wilson yelled in time: "Young Master, don't pull... I'll come."

Gong Zihua coldly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and stared at Ximen Longting with a raging anger in his eyes.

Jayson came over to stop him, and his eyes hinted: "You are too impatient, and you have caused a big disaster."