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

"Go away."

"Little Lord……"

Jayson pressed Gong Zihua's shoulder and wanted to say something in a low voice, but was punched several times, fell to the ground, and his crutches fell to the ground.

Wilson immediately stretched out his hand and loyally protected the Lord: "What do you want to do? If you want to touch the young master, you must pass my test first."

"..."

"Mr. Gong, don't blame me for being rude!" Wilson unbuttoned the sleeves of his uniform.

Gong Zihua glanced coldly, and turned his fist and wrist.

Jing Jiaren suddenly had an idea: "Gong Zihua, stop."

"..."

"Gong Zihua, sit down for me!"

Gong Zihua's black pupils were full of anger, carving Jing Jiaren's face like a knife, but the strange thing was that he really didn't do anything.

Jing Jiaren took a deep breath: "Gong Zihua, let me go on and sit down!"

Jayson picked up his crutches and got up: "Come here, hurry up and move the chair for the male god."

The little assistant ran over foolishly and pushed a chair behind him: "Mr. Gong, you, you sit."

Gong Zihua squinted her long eyelashes, sat down, and put one foot on the armrest of the chair.

The corner of Jing Jiaren's mouth raised. She didn't expect her words to be useful at this time. If she knew it, she would have come in handy.

Thinking back to before, Gong Zihua was so angry that he wanted to make a move several times, but it was Jing Jiaren who ordered him to be quiet and not to do anything...

Gong Zihua has been patient and did not do anything.

It turned out that it was her order that had the effect?

No wonder when the two men started fighting, Jayson immediately sent for Jing Jiaren.

"What a dog slave," Ximen Longting's sarcasm voice appeared, "be obedient."

"..."

"Tell you to bark twice, bark or not?"

Gong Zihua's complexion changed, unable to bear the anger, he suddenly jumped up again, like an irritated vicious dog, trying to tear Ximen Longting to pieces.

Wilson immediately made a move and started a fight with Gong Zihua.

Jing Jiaren kept shouting: "Gong Zihua, stop, stop!"

"..."

"Gong Zihua, stop!"

Gong Zihua took a few steps back, as if wanting to hit but then suppressed, only his teeth were hissing.

Jing Jiaren pointed to the chair: "Sit back for me, sit down!"

"..."

"Do you hear me? I tell you to sit down, sit down!"

After repeating the instructions several times in a row, Gong Zihua sat back unwillingly, pinching the armrest of the chair with one hand, the veins on the back of the hand were raised, as if the force was about to crush the armrest of the chair.

Ximen Longting's cheap mouth was about to open again, but Jing Jiaren covered him with her hand, "Shut up too, don't talk."

"..."

"If you make trouble again, I will confiscate the timer, and everything will not count."

What he cares most about is the timer. He treats it like a treasure every day and doesn't let anyone touch it, not even Jing Jiaren, for fear that she will accidentally press his switch and waste time.

Of course, Sun and Wilson were not allowed to touch each other, for fear of breaking it, Jing Jiaren retorted and refused to accept the agreement.

Jing Jiaren knew what he cared about most, so she threatened her.

Sure enough, Ximen Longting furiously furiously seemed to be stepped on a sore foot: "How dare you go back on your word!?"

"It was you who broke our agreement first, interfered with my work, and made trouble."

"..."

"Didn't I say that you are not allowed to cause trouble, and you are not allowed to fight." Jing Jiaren said with an educational attitude, "Look at you now."

Ximen Longting raised his brows, probably knowing that he was wrong, and grabbed his left shoulder violently: "Jing Jiaren, my wound hurts!"