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

Jing Jiaren folded her hands on the keys, looked at the score, and tried a section.

After finding the feeling, she played more and more smoothly...

The hands with long sleeves followed the pressing of the keys, and the shoulders undulated in a flowing manner.

Her long hair was draped behind her, and her hair was so long that it reached her waist.

The long white dress hangs on the ground, shining in the warm light, it is so beautiful.

……

After the song was over, Jing Jiaren withdrew her hand from the piano, turned around and saw Ximen Fenglie looking straight at him, as if her thoughts had gone far.

Jing Jiaren hooked her lips coldly: "Does it sound good?"

"..."

"I'm dressed up this way, isn't it beautiful?" Jing Jiaren's slender legs were folded, and there was a charming smile on the corner of her mouth.

In the next second, her face became terrifying: "Unfortunately, no matter how beautiful I am, I'm not your woman."

"..."

"If you dare to think about me a little bit," Jing Jiaren stroked her nails, and the blade hidden in the nail piece was pulled out with a sharp point...

This design was noticed by Ximen Longting, so that she can use it for self-protection just in case.

But now, Jing Jiaren puts her finger on her face and strokes lightly...

A cut was opened, and blood remained almost immediately.

Director Vic was standing behind Ximen Fenglie, about to stop——

With a throw of Ximen Fenglie's hand, a water glass lid hit Jing Jiaren's leg.

The lid of this cup was so strong that Jing Jiaren bent her body and fell to the ground.

Vic grabbed her shoulders, grabbed her wrists...

A long drop of blood flowed from the corner of Jing Jiaren's mouth, she smiled coldly: "Ha, just like this, are you afraid?"

"..."

"Even if you stop me today, can you represent forever? If you care so much about my face, I will destroy it." After a pause, Jing Jiaren sneered, "Anyway, Ximen Longting doesn't care."

Ximen Fenglie's face was gloomy, his mood remained unchanged.

Jing Jiaren smiled even more happily: "I don't care who you are, even if you look very similar to Ximen Longting, but... I have no interest in you at all."

"..."

"How about you make my hair like this and I shave it off tonight? You like bald women?"

Ximen Fenglie's hand tightly grasped the golden dragon head on the armrest: "Go away, take her down!"

"You're angry...hahahaha."

Vic said a few words on the intercom, and soon several servants walked in.

These servants had always served her personally, and after giving her a mandatory bath and perm, they sent her here, and the servants stood guard outside.

Jing Jiaren was framed from left to right.

Ximen Fenglie said in a low voice, "If she moves around again, her hands will be cut off."

"Tsk tsk, cut it off, and you won't be able to hear me playing the piano." Jing Jiaren said indifferently, "Do you think I can't destroy this face after seeing it... If you don't see Ximen Longting, I'll go Death makes no difference, do you think I'm afraid?"

All kinds of provocations reached the extreme.

"Miss Jing!" Vic said secretly, signaling her not to say any more irritating words.

"I'm not afraid." Jing Jiaren's fair face was bleeding with blood, and she smiled beautifully, "Anyway, I took my life, so I'm not afraid of anything!"

At this moment, the door was suddenly opened, and Sun was brought in by a man in a black toga.

"Eh(⊙o⊙)...Queen?" Sun's eyes widened, and his disappointed little face instantly brightened.