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

Leng Aofeng struggled harder, trying to break free from those chains, completely forgetting that the chain rings that bound him were covered with barbs.

The black thorn pierced into his flesh, and the blood immediately stained his white hair, making it very conspicuous.

Jing Jiaren's throat got stuck: "Leng Aofeng, don't move!"

"Wow wow..."

The screen suddenly flickered a few times, and the image of Leng Aofeng disappeared.

Jing Jiaren held the video phone and shouted loudly: "Leng Aofeng!"

Seeing back to Jing's mother, she had an extra cup of black tea in her hand, holding the cup holder gracefully: "Lady, have you thought it over yet?"

Jing Jiaren suddenly had a great urge to snatch her teacup and splash it on her face——

"Am I your biological daughter? How could you treat me like this!"

"..."

"Since you were young, you have not fulfilled your mother's responsibilities. I have comforted myself that you are sick and are different from other mothers. Our family has been very special since we were young. My father only cared about you and showed little love for me. , and you have not been sober for a few days!"

The expression on Jing's mother's face was complicated.

For her, the ten years of being crazy is a very unbearable memory...

So she hated, hated Ximen Fenglie for ruining all her teenage years and driving her crazy for half her life.

When she woke up, her youth was exhausted.

"But you are cured now, why do you still have no mother's love for me..."

Jing's mother said in a deep voice, "Are you fulfilling a daughter's duty by pointing at my nose and shouting loudly?"

"..."

"For a man, you turned against your parents and lost all your principles. Look at what you look like now."

Mother Jing's stern expression quickly faded, and she calmed down again, "I know what happened to Yanxuan has dealt a great blow to you, but you still have feelings for him."

"..."

"Your father and I both agree that you are together. Do you want to see him, or do you need to think about it?"

Jing Jiaren didn't want to talk nonsense anymore, so she said in a stiff voice, "I want to see him, right away!"

Mother Jing handed the teacup to the maid, and smiled slightly softly: "Well, I'll arrange it now."

She glanced at Ximen Longting, and promised: "I'll send someone to take him there. The journey is a bit long, and it will probably arrive tomorrow night."

"..."

"Beauty, you remember what you promised me, how are you going to persuade him?"

Jing Jiaren just looked at her with strange eyes.

The woman who is imitating JANE in her dress...

"I will contact you again, you have cried too many times, wash your face and have a good rest."

Snapped.

Ximen Longting pressed the cover of the video screen and cut off the call.

Jing Jiaren's mind was a little blank, she tilted her head and leaned on Ximen Longting's shoulder: "I'm sorry, I always let you see me so ugly."

He said repeatedly that she looked ugly when she cried, and she was still... so ugly.

Ximen Longting pursed his thin lips, not saying anything, and plucked her hair with his slender fingers.

Jing Jiaren buried her head on his chest, inhaling his scent vigorously.

At this time, Ximen Longting was by her side, which was already her greatest comfort, otherwise, she would really collapse.

Soon, Ximen Longting found a strand of hair that was much thicker than the others, and gently pulled it out.

"It's all my fault..." She was really naive.

Ximen Longting violently tore off his hair.