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

"Beauty..." Wen Xinnuan asked in surprise, "Why do you even call me stupid." (~￣(OO)￣)ブ

Jing Jiaren sighed: "I will do this trick too."

"Uh?"

"Do you want me to perform?" Jing Jiaren sat down by the bed, picked up the playing cards and shuffled them.

"Jing Popo, don't worry about your troubles!" Luo Lei rudely swiped his hand, and the playing cards were scattered.

"What are you doing, Rory?"

Jing Jiaren smiled and continued to pick up the playing cards patiently before shuffling them.

Luo Lei waved his hand fiercely again: "I don't want you to be troublesome, you woman want to die?"

Jing Jiaren avoided her hand first, and Luo Lei went to grab it, but she dodged it.

At this moment, Luo Lei's wrist was suddenly strangled.

Ximen Longting's cold voice came: "Try to touch my woman's hair again?"

Luo Lei's face darkened, and he flipped his other hand abruptly. The playing cards were not held firmly in Jing Jiaren's hand, and they scattered even more, and even two of them brushed Jing Jiaren's cheek.

The sharp face of the card drew red marks on Jing Jiaren's fair cheeks...

In the next second, Ximen Longting stretched out his hand and flipped it over.

Luo Lei was thrown out with his bare hands, fell behind Ximen Longting's shoulder, and fell to the ground.

The servants were amazed. It was the first time they saw that they could fall behind their shoulders while sitting, so handsome!

Luo Lei's body fell to the ground dully, as if he heard the sound of bone cracking.

Wen Xinnuan's eyes were wide open, her mouth was O-shaped, and she was speechless.

Ximen Longting moved his wrist, his eyes were cold and prey.

"FUC~K!" Luo Lei was angry, a carp stood up straight and was about to charge towards Ximen Longting.

Wilson stopped him with his hand in time: "Mr. Perloron, don't be rude to our young master."

"Get out of the way!" Luo Lei said in a loud voice.

"Please don't make me be rude to you."

"Then force me to try!?" Luo Lei was about to strike, but Wilson immediately took two palms.

Seeing that a fight was about to start in this room, Wen Xinnuan said loudly, "Luo Lei, stop!"

"..."

"Do you hear me, stop it!"

Luo Lei didn't seem to hear, his fists and kicks were as fast as lightning, threatening every step of the way, Wilson only defended but not attacked, and gradually fell into a weak position.

"Shoot, why, don't you dare to fight anymore? Are you afraid?" Luo Lei's fists and kicks were so fast that he couldn't see clearly.

Wilson was frequently beaten like a sandbag. After all, Luo Lei was a guest, and he saved the lives of the young master and Miss Jing...

"Luo Lei, are you going too far?" Jing Jiaren couldn't stand Wilson being beaten like this.

"That's right, if you do this again, I don't want the child anymore!"

I don't want the child anymore...

In a word, Luo Lei instantly froze like ice water poured over him.

His fists were still clenched tightly, his body was tense, his teeth were clenched to death, and there was bloodthirsty ruthlessness in his eyes.

Wilson was beaten dozens of times on the chest, and he was forced to the corner, rubbing his chest with his hands... Fortunately, he was trained as a sandbag a lot, otherwise, he would have been beaten to internal bleeding.

"I don't want my own child...to have such a bloody and violent father!" Seeing that this sentence was useful, Wen Xinnuan added insult to injury, "We will all be ashamed of you!"

Most of Luo Lei's flames disappeared, and he squeezed his fists and glared at her: "Just watch me being bullied? You just want me to be beaten to death!"

"You are so hot, who can bully you! You can even cheat at poker..."

"Where do you see me cheating?"