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

Jing Jiaren had gauze on the back of her hand and an infusion bag hanging beside the bed. She touched her forehead, feeling a little hot.

"Ximen Longting..."

She opened her mouth to speak, only to hear a vague rustle.

Her throat was extremely painful, as if a walnut was stuck, and she was rolling even when she was talking, which made her throat feel bloody.

Jing Jiaren closed her eyes with difficulty, the pain hurt, and she couldn't speak.

Her brain was swollen and painful, thinking of the scene before she was rescued, she seemed to see Leng Lintian...

And on the bridge, she seemed to see another self.

It was like a bizarre phantom, like a dream.

In an unfamiliar environment, Jing Jiaren was somewhat uneasy, wondering whether Ximen Longting's plan had succeeded, and whether Wang Yingying had caught them.Could this be Wang Yingying's territory?

She pulled out the needle and got out of bed with difficulty moving.

When I got out of bed, I bumped into the bedside table, and a dark green photo frame of Zakka fell to the ground.

The photo is facing upwards, the oval hollow circle is ironed with gold edges. In the photo is a woman with long wheat curly hair, her eyes are full of aura, as if she can talk, and there is a smile in the corner of her eyes.

Isn't this her?

Jing Jiaren clutched the photo, her memory was all restored, when did she take such a photo?Why doesn't she know?

Jing Jiaren raised her head in horror, and scanned the room...

The furniture is all mahogany, but the curtains are all dark green, and the sofa is dark blue, which is Jing Jiaren's favorite style.

Not too complicated and heavy to be breathless, not luxurious but absolutely elegant, small and fresh with a smell of the forest.

The oil paintings hanging on the walls are not too heavy, they are all flowers and landscapes.

Jing Jiaren's gaze finally landed on the headboard of the bed. There were about 6 portraits arranged in a patchwork pattern, all of which were portraits——

is hers.

The woman in the painting is wearing a long skirt, the simple skirt design is only tied with a tie at the back, and her hands are wearing slender lace gloves.

Sweet, aura.

There was less of the coldness that Jing Jiaren had on her, and she seemed a little more friendly, and she also had a little more childishness.

It's more like when Jing Jiaren was in Girls' Generation.

She frowned, extremely surprised. Could it be that the artist drew the picture out of thin air?

That's not right, the artist has never seen her...

It was drawn by Leng Lintian, did she really see him?

Just as Jing Jiaren was concentrating, the door had already been opened. Aunt Pan walked in, saw her standing under the bed in a thin nightgown, and pulled out the needle, and immediately urged her to go back to bed.

Jing Jiaren's voice was hoarse, and she couldn't even make a sound when she asked, pressing her throat in pain.

Instead of forcing out a sound, he coughed up two mouthfuls of blood.

It's dried blood, with a black...like anger and heavy vomiting.

Jing Jiaren was not so scared when she saw the color of blood...

If it's blood, it means it's spit out from the internal organs!

Aunt Pan glanced at her, but she was startled: "Miss Jiaren, you are so capricious... Lie down quickly, I will call the doctor to come over and show you right away."

Aunt Pan is a middle-aged woman with great strength and a broad physique. When she pushed Jing Jiaren hard on the bed, she was too tired and had no strength. She couldn't struggle, so she had to lie down.

Seeing Aunt Pan's chubby body, she picked up the receiver and called the doctor.

Jing Jiaren has so many questions she wants to ask, but she can't say a single word, she's so suffocated!

Several times she gestured for Aunt Pan to give her a pen and paper, but she was ignored gorgeously... She was so anxious that she wanted to vomit blood!

Ximen Longting, why didn't I see you when I woke up!