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

Luo Lei carefully laid her flat on the bed, tucked in the quilt, and fell asleep watching the bright tears hanging on her eyelashes.

"Wen idiot?!"

What responded was her even breathing.

Luo Lei pulled out his arm, went to the bathroom to fetch water, and wiped the dirty tear stains on her face with a towel.

Wipe her hands and little feet again.

This woman didn't even take off her socks, so she definitely didn't take a shower!

Luo Lei lifted her leg to wipe her buttocks, Wen Xinnuan turned over and impatiently kicked him on the head.

"Wen Xinnuan, you are so dirty!"

"It's itchy, go away..."

Luo Lei gave up, couldn't bear to wake her up, took a shower and ran out, got into the bed naked, put his arm back under her head, and was satisfied.

……

Here, Jing Jiaren received the report that Luo Lei came back, and he was full of slack.

Falling in love is a toss, but as long as every toss is in a good direction...

That's not bad.

"Can you go to sleep with peace of mind?" Ximen Longting put his arms around her shoulders, hugged her and went to the bed.

"You are really good at predicting things. What people who come here say is different." It made her worry for so long in vain.

"Master..." Wilson's voice came from the inside line, trying to lower his voice, "It's about Master Leng."

Ximen Longting looked at the woman snuggling beside him: "Jing Jiaren, is there something dirty on your face?"

"Where is it?"

"Go to the bathroom and see for yourself!"

Jing Jiaren wiped her face curiously: "Is there any more?"

"Yes, go wash your face!"

After Jing Jiaren left puzzled, Wilson on the other end of the phone said: "Just now Mr. Perloron brought someone here and said that he wants to pick up Master Leng. What does Master mean?"

"Let him pick it up." I just didn't know what to do with this hot potato.

"I think so too, but Miss Jing's illness still needs Master Leng's blood control."

"The blood bag I asked you to draw is stored?"

"Master Leng is seriously injured and has lost a lot of blood... I have drawn blood, but there is only a small bag, which has been stored in a special container."

Leng Lintian's blood is very special, because he was poisoned by the same poison as Jing Jiaren before, and he also took antidote, so there are antibodies in his blood, which are one of the important ingredients for the development of antigens.

But now the problem came out, Leng Lintian was seriously injured and had to lose a lot of blood.

Once the outsider's blood is transfused in, it will dilute and dilute the antibodies in his original blood, and Leng Lintian's blood will be useless in the future.

Therefore, before giving Leng Lintian a blood transfusion, he risked his life to take out a small bag for him.

Ximen Longting clenched the receiver: "It doesn't cost much to make each time, a small bag is enough to use a dozen times!"

Once a month, more than a year?

But the problem is that there is not even a person who can make an antigen.

"The group of idiots in the scientific research room have been researching viruses for more than a year and haven't come up with any results," Ximen Longting punched the phone stand, "this time they couldn't even develop an antibody, so they all returned home to see the emperor. Mausoleum!"

The handset was slammed back on the plane.

Ximen Longting turned around with a dark face, and saw Jing Jiaren standing a few steps away looking at him in surprise.

Ximen Longting's eyes were bottomless, his handsome jaw was extremely tense, and his tall body was leaning against the edge of the phone stand, the atmosphere was very oppressive.

"You lied to me, there is no dirt on my face." Jing Jiaren pretended to smile easily.