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

"Leng Lintian!"

"Choose, die together, or..." Leng Lintian's eyes were evil, and he pressed the muzzle of the gun to his head more tightly, as if he was about to fire the gun.

"do not want!"

Jing Jiaren said coldly, "I admit that my wedding is to force you to give the antidote, and it's just to show you. I never thought that the wedding might be held as scheduled..."

"Really?" Leng Lintian's eyes turned wickedly, with a half-smile.

"If I want to hold a wedding, it's fine to do it secretly, and I need to let you know with great fanfare and let you do the damage?"

Leng Lintian smiled lightly and remained silent.

Even if Jing Jiaren did it secretly, he would still know...

He could hear everything she did.

His fingers stroked the earrings on his earlobes. This bug caused him a lot of pain, and it was the source of his most pain!

Just like Jing Jiaren, he was obviously in great pain, but he couldn't pull it out, it took root in his heart and wrapped it tightly.

To lose her, unless even his heart is dug out.

"Come here." Leng Lintian stretched out a hand, "You choose me, and this is over."

Jing Jiaren's face was slightly startled, and she was absent-minded for a moment, as if she was thinking about something.

Leng Lintian raised his voice: "Come here, Jing Jiaren!"

The outstretched left hand, ready in the air to accept her, invite her.

"Miss Jing..." Wilson was a little anxious.

Jing Jiaren stopped him with her hand, shook her head, and walked over there with her skirt -

Leng Lintian's gray eyes began to glow...

As she walked towards him, his eyes became brighter and brighter, strangely bright.

The long white skirt drags the petals on the ground, the intersection of red and white, like blood dripping on the snow...

Leng Lintian's eyes were dark and cold, clearly reflecting her figure.

Until she stood in front of him and covered the handle of the gun in his hand: "I'm here, give me the gun."

"..."

"Leng Lintian, give me the gun!"

Leng Lintian gripped the pistol tightly and stared at her, seemingly in disbelief.

At that moment, Jing Jiaren saw something fragile breaking under his eyes...

"Did you really choose me?"

"I told you to give me the pistol!" Jing Jiaren was just obsessed with the gun.

Leng Lintian grinned, and suddenly let go of his hand, which fell into Jing Jiaren's.

She took the pistol and stepped back a few steps——

Leng Lintian didn't have time to grab her hand, she pressed the gun to her head.

"Miss Jing." Wilson got out of the wheelchair and ran towards this side in a few steps.

Holding the pistol, Jing Jiaren stepped back step by step: "Leng Lintian, don't come here, or I will shoot."

Leng Lintian sat there, staring at Jing Jiaren's movements lukewarmly, not chasing after her, let alone showing any fear.

The only thing is loss.

The chest was full of swelling and surging, and the loss was about to overflow.

He thought she chose him, but it turns out...

"Wilson, call someone in immediately and arrest him," Jing Jiaren retreated to a safe distance, and ordered loudly, "Subdine him, and leave it to you."

"Beauty, you lied to me...?"

Jing Jiaren retreated to Ximen Longting's side, smiled coldly and charmingly: "You are so naive, I don't even want my life, and I still care about your life?"

Leng Lintian's face gradually turned pale.

"I just don't want you to die in front of us... I don't want to tarnish the relationship between me and Ximen Longting." She looked away and said heartlessly, "If you want to die, please die away!"