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

Jing Jiaren changed into skirts in the side hall.

When the skirt, which is more than ten meters long, walks on the stairs, it flows layer by layer, a magnificent beauty.

Wilson suddenly received a call. After hearing a few words, his face changed and he frowned deeply.

"What's wrong?" Jing Jiaren had a hunch that it was not a good thing.And it's about Leng Lintian.

Wilson didn't know what to say, and sighed deeply: "Miss Jing will know soon."

Two bodyguards pushed open the solemn door.

Jin Jiaren found out that the whole church was decorated like a vampire's castle, full of crimson.

Golden utensils and long-headed candles are dyed by candlelight. Even in the daytime, thousands of candlelight illuminate the church.

The red carpet is covered with blood-colored petals...

On the emcee's table, a European-style diamond-shaped coffin lay quietly.

A model of a skull is placed on the black piano beside it.

Champagne becomes wine...

Magnificent red in a martini glass, like a lover's blood!

The theme color of the entire wedding scene is red, with enchanting red roses everywhere, and the strange breath of death makes people feel depressing.

"Several bodyguards guarding the church were knocked out and arranged like this."

Wilson wiped his forehead with a towel.

He really didn't expect that Leng Lintian would send someone to do this...

"Didn't you arrange it?" Jing Jiaren looked at the picture in front of her, the visual impact was considerable.

"Master Leng probably did it."

Leng Lintian?It turned out to be him?What is his purpose in doing this?

"In my opinion, Master Leng is warning you that he will not compromise... What's more, he also has the idea of ​​dying."

Jing Jiaren raised her lips indifferently, with a look of desolation hanging from the corner of her mouth.

So, treat the person in the same way as the person?

Is Leng Lintian trying to use this environment to force her back, to make her sober that he is not afraid of her threats?

She wasn't a threat at all, she was really planning for the worst.

"I like the layout of this church very much." Jing Jiaren said loudly, "The breath of death is particularly rich and novel, and it is especially suitable for the love between me and Ximen Longting."

"..."

"Even if you die, you still have to love each other." Jing Jiaren bent slightly, holding Ximen Longting's shoulder, "Honey, do you like it?"

Ximen Longting was sitting on a silver wheelchair, his eyelashes were closed, and his face was handsome and deep.

gust of wind.

A few blood-colored petals flew up. It turned out that the windows in the church were all open, and the scarlet curtains were blown by the wind.

Just the hand of the god of death, caressing slowly.

An eerie aura sent chills down the spine, and Jing Jiaren said softly, "Where's the pastor? Our wedding is about to begin."

No guests, none needed.

Wilson solemnly grips the armrest of his wheelchair...

At this moment, the side door opened, and a pastor in black robes ran out with a Bible in his arms. His face was a little flustered, and he looked at the door frequently, his face covered with sweat.

Is he under duress?Inside the door... is Leng Lintian?

Jing Jiaren pursed her lips tightly. No matter what he thought, she wanted to see what he could do!

Another nun in a cloak was driven out, walking a little staggeringly: "Ah, don't kill me, don't... I will do it obediently."

Jing Jiaren held back her patience with a cold face.

She had known for a long time that the wedding would not go smoothly, and she had already made various preparations.

The priest stood in front of the coffin with a huge golden cross behind him.