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

Jing Jiaren stared at him coldly: "Put your life in my hands, do you dare?"

Ximen Longting narrowed his eyes, his red eyes filled with huge swirling eddies.

"What are you staring at me for? Don't dare to forget it!" Jing Jiaren turned around and left.

In fact, he hoped that he would stop her and give her the pistol as indulgently as he usually did.

But very disappointed, she walked a long way and was followed only by her bodyguards.

Jing Jiaren's heart was empty, and her plan failed.

The reason she came to the shooting range was to get a gun from him as a self-defense weapon when escaping.

She originally planned to tempt him to compete with her after he taught her how to shoot, and let him reward her as long as she could hit the red bullseye...

Of course she will ask for a pistol as a reward.

Although things didn't go according to the original plan, she still achieved her goal in the end.

How could Ximen Longting, who had expected Ximen Longting to act so cautiously, be willing to give her a pistol?

She's just here to gamble!

On the other hand, Jing Jiaren feels great disappointment at Ximen Longting's distrust.

Just now she thought it was a real gun, but she didn't attack him.In this case, he still doesn't believe her? !

Ha, she really has "Stockholm Syndrome" getting worse.So even if she dies this time, she must run away. If she stays, she might be taken away by the devil, and she will be his captive willingly.

Jing Jiaren returned to her room and closed the bedroom door.

Ximen Longting had an early flight tomorrow morning, but she left immediately after he left.

If you can't get a pistol, you have to find a sharp weapon that you can carry with you.

Jing Jiaren rummaged through the drawers and finally found an antique dagger.The scarlet fire phoenix is ​​carved on the dagger sheath, and the phoenix holds a fireball in its mouth, and that fireball is a blood-colored ruby.

Presumably this dagger is a handicraft of commemorative value.

Jing Jiaren opened the cover, the cold light was shining, and the blade was sharp...

Her face was clearly reflected on the dagger.

Jing Jiaren dragged out a small bag from under the bed, which was full of gold, silver and jewelry needed for fleeing, and put the dagger in it.

As soon as he put the bag back under the bed, there was a sound of the door lock being turned.

Fortunately, she locked the door upside down when she came in!

Ximen Longting knocked on the door, but she didn't answer, so she asked the servant to bring the key to the door.

Ximen Longting walked in, and Jing Jiaren lay on his side with his back facing the door. He closed the door, walked up to Jing Jiaren, and began to take off his sweat-soaked clothes and pants.

The man's vigorous figure makes people's blood spurt, his legs are slender and powerful...

She turned around, facing away.

The big bed jerked violently, and Ximen Longting went to bed, the smell of sweat was full of wildness.

Jing Jiaren only felt a shadow fall, and Ximen Longting's face appeared from above, with her arms on both sides of her head, so that no matter whether she slept on the left side or the right side, she couldn't escape him.

Jing Jiaren frowned coldly, turned over, and fell asleep.

Ximen Longting: "..."

He forcibly raised her shoulders: "Isn't it boring to sleep like this? Are you afraid of lack of oxygen?"

Jing Jiaren jerked away his hand, and said coldly, "Whether I'm short of oxygen or not, what the hell are you doing? Are you taking too much care of me? You have to take care of how much I eat, where I go, how much You have to worry about going to bed. You are so annoying and annoying!"

Ximen Longting's eyes darkened: "I didn't say I wouldn't give you a pistol." Jing Jiaren looked at him coldly: "You put your life in my hands, do you dare?"

Ximen Longting narrowed his eyes, his red eyes filled with huge swirling eddies.

"What are you staring at me for? Don't dare to forget it!" Jing Jiaren turned around and left.

In fact, he hoped that he would stop her and give her the pistol as indulgently as he usually did.

But very disappointed, she walked a long way and was followed only by her bodyguards.

Jing Jiaren's heart was empty, and her plan failed.

The reason she came to the shooting range was to get a gun from him as a self-defense weapon when escaping.

She originally planned to tempt him to compete with her after he taught her how to shoot, and let him reward her as long as she could hit the red bullseye...

Of course she will ask for a pistol as a reward.

Although things didn't go according to the original plan, she still achieved her goal in the end.

How could Ximen Longting, who had expected Ximen Longting to act so cautiously, be willing to give her a pistol?

She's just here to gamble!

On the other hand, Jing Jiaren feels great disappointment at Ximen Longting's distrust.

Just now she thought it was a real gun, but she didn't attack him.In this case, he still doesn't believe her? !

Ha, she really has "Stockholm Syndrome" getting worse.So even if she dies this time, she must run away. If she stays, she might be taken away by the devil, and she will be his captive willingly.

Jing Jiaren returned to her room and closed the bedroom door.

Ximen Longting had an early flight tomorrow morning, but she left immediately after he left.

If you can't get a pistol, you have to find a sharp weapon that you can carry with you.

Jing Jiaren rummaged through the drawers and finally found an antique dagger.The scarlet fire phoenix is ​​carved on the dagger sheath, and the phoenix holds a fireball in its mouth, and that fireball is a blood-colored ruby.

Presumably this dagger is a handicraft of commemorative value.

Jing Jiaren opened the cover, the cold light was shining, and the blade was sharp...

Her face was clearly reflected on the dagger.

Jing Jiaren dragged out a small bag from under the bed, which was full of gold, silver and jewelry needed for fleeing, and put the dagger in it.

As soon as he put the bag back under the bed, there was a sound of the door lock being turned.

Fortunately, she locked the door upside down when she came in!

Ximen Longting knocked on the door, but she didn't answer, so she asked the servant to bring the key to the door.

Ximen Longting walked in, and Jing Jiaren lay on his side with his back facing the door. He closed the door, walked up to Jing Jiaren, and began to take off his sweat-soaked clothes and pants.

The man's vigorous figure makes people's blood spurt, his legs are slender and powerful...

She turned around, facing away.

The big bed jerked violently, and Ximen Longting went to bed, the smell of sweat was full of wildness.

Jing Jiaren only felt a shadow fall, and Ximen Longting's face appeared from above, with her arms on both sides of her head, so that no matter whether she slept on the left side or the right side, she couldn't escape him.

Jing Jiaren frowned coldly, turned over, and fell asleep.

Ximen Longting: "..."

He forcibly raised her shoulders: "Isn't it boring to sleep like this? Are you afraid of lack of oxygen?"

Jing Jiaren jerked away his hand, and said coldly, "Whether I'm short of oxygen or not, what the hell are you doing? Are you taking too much care of me? You have to take care of how much I eat, where I go, how much You have to worry about going to bed. You are so annoying and annoying!"

Ximen Longting's eyes darkened: "I didn't say I wouldn't give you a pistol."