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

He raised his glass and drank it down.

In the next second, the wine glass shattered on the ground, shattering into crystal glass pieces.

Leng Lintian wiped the wine juice on his lower lip with his thumb: "This wine tastes really sensual... It's like you are my wife and you are still rolling on his bed."

"..."

"Now, you still want to roll in the same bed with him forever!"

Jing Jiaren stared at Leng Lintian's wild smile with dark eyes.

Was he simply possessed by a demon?All the emotions that had been suppressed for so many years erupted inside him?

How could he become another person who was completely strange to her overnight?

"Ignore him, pastor, let's continue."

Jing Jiaren looked back, indifferently.

The pastor's hand holding his nerve was shaking, so he could only continue to read: "Will you marry Mr.... what do you want to do?"

Leng Lintian suddenly pulled out his pistol.

The black hole faced the priest's forehead: "You want my woman to marry someone else, eat me with a bullet."

"Don't, don't shoot. Forgive me, don't shoot!"

"Did you see the coffin behind you?" Leng Lintian hooked his lips, "That's what I prepared for you."

The pastor glanced at the western-style coffin behind him, on which there was a bouquet of white roses.

Immediately, his legs went weak, and he knelt down, and the thick Bible fell to the ground.

"Sir, forgive me, let me go!"

They knocked their heads one by one, and the pastor was so frightened that his whole body trembled.

"Leng Lintian, what on earth do you want to do? Do you think you can stop my wedding? If you have the guts, shoot me!?"

"Don't shoot, don't..." The pastor's face was ashen, and he was still kowtowing.

"It's too noisy!" Leng Lintian clasped the handle of the gun with his metal hand, and clasped the wrench with his index finger.

Jing Jiaren's original calm finally disappeared, her pupils widened, "Leng Lintian, stop!"

"boom!"

With a gunshot, the priest who was still kneeling suddenly stopped, trembling for dozens of seconds, his body tilted, and he fell to the ground.

Jing Jiaren's vest felt cold, and she fell back a few steps, her body feeling chilly.

Leng Lintian blew on the hole of the blowgun: "Girl, you choose. Now choose me, he can still be saved."

Jing Jiaren's mind was as blank as nothing, and she looked at him with strange eyes that she had never seen before:

"Why do you force me to choose!? You are fully capable of taking me away!"

She growled, her voice close to collapse.

Why do you want to force him to—

"Because," Leng Lintian narrowed his eyes, "in the secret room, you have already chosen Ximen once."

"..."

"But you never chose me."

His purple lips curled up in emptiness...

"I also really want to be chosen once... I want to taste it, you choose me desperately and give up everything."

Jing Jiaren looked at him unreasonably: "Does the choice you force me count?"

"..."

"Leng Lintian, you pointed a gun at my head to force me to choose, and that's not my intention!"

Leng Lintian sat down on the long first row of chairs, playing with the gun in his hand: "No matter what, you just choose me."

His nerves must be deranged, how could he be so paranoid?

Leng Lintian indeed has a certain kind of paranoid fanaticism all over his body...

Even now, his whole body smelled of alcohol, his eyes were slightly drunk, and his eyes were dark red.

He numbs his mind with alcohol every day.

But why is my heart still hurting...

His hands are grasping in the air in vain, wanting to dig his heart out of his chest——