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

Jing Jiaren, calm down.

She got up calmly, walked out of the bathroom, remembered that the driver was still at the door, and opened the door: "Come in, he's in the bathroom, can you lift him?"

Jing Jiaren glanced at the driver's physique, which was quite strong.

"Let me try."

If you can't lift it, Jing Jiaren will call for help.

The smoky smell in the room made people blush and feel hot.

Jing Jiaren picked up the clothes on the ground, and smelled the smell and found that her body became weak. She soon found out that the incense was wrong, picked up the champagne on the wine rack, and poured out the aromatherapy cauldron.

The driver over there struggled to lift Ximen Longting's arm and dragged it into the bathroom: "Miss Jing, come and help me."

"You put him on the sofa first, dry him and dress him."

Jing Jiaren methodically pulled back the confinement curtains and opened the windows...

The humid wind blowing in at night made her sanity a lot.

The wind rushed in crazily, mixed with rain, which made her sanity a lot, and the fragrance in the room was obviously diluting.

Jing Jiaren took a towel and personally wiped Ximen Longting clean and dressed him neatly.

"beautiful woman……"

Ximen Longting frowned, and moaned softly from his chapped lips.

His body was very hot, like fire.

No wonder he went to the bathroom to flush cold water.

Jing Jiaren grabbed his hand: "I'm here, Ximen Longting."

I felt very uncomfortable, as if someone had beaten me more than a dozen times with a stick, and I was so painful that I couldn't speak.

Jing Jiaren's eyes were filled with mist, and she took a deep breath.

Wang Yingying.The bitch!

Jing Jiaren frantically rushed in front of Wang Yingying, grabbed her by the hair, brushed her ears and scratched her.

The slap marks landed on Wang Yingying's flushed face one by one.

Jing Jiaren grabbed her head and slammed it on the ground several times.

She didn't know where she got this strength, she just needed to vent it.

"pain……"

The impact caused Wang Yingying to wake up slowly, and when she opened her eyes, she saw Jing Jiaren staring at her face coldly, and then slapped her face again.

Wang Yingying's face was missed, and the corner of her mouth was split.

"You!" She was stunned, what's going on?

How could Jing Jiaren be here and dare to slap her.

"Wang Yingying, no one can grab a man from me." Jing Jiaren stepped on Wang Yingying's face and crushed it.

The imprint of the shoe appeared on Wang Yingying's face, which finally woke her up.

"Jing Jiaren!?"

"It's me." Jing Jiaren pulled her foot away, trying her best to control her emotions, not wanting to make matters worse.

"How did you come in!?" Wang Yingying covered her face, her angry expression flashed past, even at this moment, she glared at her in a well-mannered way, and did not fight.

Jing Jiaren sneered: "If you want others to know, you have to do nothing yourself. What dirty things have you done yourself, do you think you can hide it?"

"Miss Jing, the young master refuses to wear clothes."

Jing Jiaren's attention was drawn back, and she saw Ximen Longting impatiently tearing at the shirt she was wearing.

After finally helping him to fasten it, the button was torn open by him again.

Wang Yingying gritted her teeth, and when she saw Ximen Longting, she smiled brightly.

"Yes, I almost forgot...Mr. Simon is also there."

"..."

"Just now we were still gentle and gentle, and you became angry from embarrassment?"

Jing Jiaren tried hard to suppress the urge to slap her to death——