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

"A hair."

hair?Jing Jiaren grabbed her hair and tore it messily, "Where is it?"

Her actions were rude, and she hurt her scalp.

Ximen Longting held down her hand, signaling her not to hurt herself.

Jing's mother said in a low voice, "Lady, I did this to help you, but you don't understand me..."

help her?

Jing Jiaren twitched the corners of her mouth, her heart ached!After being calculated so much, how can she believe it?

"I've always wanted to minimize the damage, otherwise I wouldn't have respected your wishes that day and brought you back long ago."

"..."

"I put a monitor on you because I'm afraid that you will run away, disobey your father's wishes, and make him angry."

Jing Jiaren's mind is in a mess, she can no longer tell... Can't tell which mother Jing's words are true.

Ximen Longting put his arms around Jing Jiaren and patted her on the back.Staring gloomyly at the screen of the video phone, his handsome face was slightly sideways, without saying a word.

At this time, it is not suitable for him to intervene.

"Just tell me, what exactly do you want from me?" Jing Jiaren asked calmly.

Mother Jing asked without answering: "You must be very curious about Yanxuan's situation right now?"

"..."

"Would you like to see how he is doing now?"

Jing Jiaren's throat was blocked, and she grabbed the quilt uncomfortably. At this moment, she turned her face to look at Ximen Longting.

"Idiot, just watch what you want, and watch what I do." Ximen Longting curled up his fingers thoughtfully, and wiped the tears overflowing from the corners of her eyes.

Today's Ximen Longting is particularly stable, which makes her worth relying on.

Jing Jiaren nodded seriously: "Yes."

Mama Jing communicated with the servants in English...

The video phone she uses is connected to the home theater, and she can clearly see every detail of Jing Jiaren's place.

The servant brought the remote control to adjust it, and Jing Jiaren saw that the screen was fluctuating.

……

The specially made black cage was covered with large and small chains, which criss-crossed in the cage. The snow-white wolf was lying down, its hands, feet, including its neck, were tightly locked by iron chains.

On his forehead, a golden goshawk headband spread its wings, and its fiery red eyes were tightly clasped on its head.

The chain runs from the headband to the neck.

Jing Jiaren couldn't help touching the screen.

Of course she knew that the eagle's headband was not for decoration, but to control him.

"Leng Aofeng..."

Jing Jiaren froze and asked repeatedly, "What happened to him, what did you do to him?!"

Leng Aofeng, who was lying on the ground as if he was dead, moved slightly when he heard Jing Jiaren's voice.

Those hazy eyes opened, and there was a coldness of snow falling in the pupils.

"Leng Aofeng, can you hear my voice?"

Leng Aofeng opened his eyes, and flicked his tail on the ground slightly.

"Leng Aofeng, you recognize my voice... I am Jing Jiaren."

The tail shook more violently, Leng Aofeng tried to stand up, the length of the chain was not enough, so he could only maintain the lying position.

The sound of the chains colliding violently sounded, Leng Aofeng turned his head and looked around, full of urgency.

"Don't be afraid, don't move around..." Jing Jiaren's nose became sore again, "I will come to save you."

We must save him, we cannot let him be alone...

"Leng Aofeng, listen to me, I will come to rescue you soon. I will rescue you!" Jing Jiaren promised with a crying voice.