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

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There was a trace of anxious cursing in the study, and something was smashed to the ground.

The servant ran out crying and almost bumped into Jing Jiaren...

The young master, who was always gentle, suddenly became moody, like a lion in a period of anxiety, and everything was not to his liking.

Obviously, Leng Lintian is at war with the world in his heart at this time.

Jing Jiaren was holding a gift in her hand: "What's wrong?"

"Miss Beauty... The young master is in a bad mood right now, so you better not go in and mess with him."

"..."

The servant covered his bleeding hand, and couldn't believe that the young master would attack her.

Jing Jiaren's heart sank, she was used to Ximen Longting losing his temper...

I always thought it was Ximen Longting who had a bad temper, but now I realized that it was her ability to make people mad.

Has even Leng Lintian's good qualities been forced to collapse by her?

Pushing open the door, the ground beside the desk was full of fallen books, and some porcelain tea sets were broken.

There were some rickety - or broken wine bottles - on the table and on the floor.

He drank so much alcohol.

Leng Lintian sat there numbly, his face was terribly hollow.

He is shaking, struggling...

For Jing Jiaren, it's a good thing!

He could finally start to face up to his festering wound, even though it was so painful to tear it apart for treatment!

"Get out, get out of here!"

Hearing the door was pushed open softly, he ordered coldly.

Jing Jiaren mustered up the courage to go in.

Leng Lintian raised his hand, grabbed an emerald ink cartridge and smashed it over.

It didn't hit, and it didn't break.

Jing Jiaren picked it up, and when she looked up, she met Leng Lintian's red eyes.

She turned on the light, so that the room was no longer dim from the fluorescent lights of the computer.

Leng Lintian narrowed his eyes, and subconsciously blocked them with his hand.

The smell of alcohol filled the space, very strong, Leng Lintian covered his eyes with his hands, and shouted sharply: "Don't come here!"

The sound of Jing Jiaren's footsteps got closer.

"I warn you! I'm drunk now - don't blame me for what I'll do to you!"

Without scaring her, she avoids the wreckage and walks to him.

"Leng Lintian, are you in pain?"

After holding back this sentence for a long time, I finally said it.

Leng Lintian's fist landed heavily on the table: "You go..."

"This is for you." The gift box was about to be handed out.

Suddenly, Leng Lintian rushed up, grabbed her shoulders and pressed down on the bookcase beside her.

His movements were as fierce as a leopard, and he lifted her violently, causing several books to fall from the shelf.

"Jing Jiaren, do you know what it means to enter a man's room!?"

"I do not know."

Leng Lintian's lips were about to press down——

Jing Jiaren stared at him, "I just know that you won't hurt me."

"..."

"You're not that kind of person!" Her voice was firm, her eyes were firm, and she wasn't afraid at all.

If he wanted to do something wrong to her, there were too many opportunities... so many opportunities for them to be alone!

What she wanted to pass on to him was her trust.

His crazy figure was frozen there, his lips were only a few centimeters away from her, so close.

The smell of alcohol rushed over...

She knew he was not drunk!

The corners of Jing Jiaren's mouth ticked, and she said in a low voice, "Because you know, once you touch me, I will wither and die..."

If she can't keep it, she won't live.

Leng Lintian stared at her for the sake of it, and she repelled him with a single word.He felt really inferior.