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

cough……

A mouthful of blood spat out from his lips, the resonance shattered the internal organs, Leng Lintian's fingers stiffened, and he wanted to continue.

But his brain suddenly went black, and he fell on the keys, with blood gushing out from his mouth.

With slightly drunk eyes, he seemed to see a woman standing beside the piano, with her eyes bent, stroking his head.

【Xiao Tian. 】

Leng Lintian opened his mouth, but couldn't make a sound.

His hand wanted to lift up to touch him, but his vision was completely dark.

It is undeniable that when I was first attracted to Jing Jiaren, it was because of her face...

Is he too eager to get the warmth of his family?

Can't wait until... Before confirming Jing Jiaren's wishes, he forcibly squeezed into her world.

The way Jing Jiaren smiles is really... very similar to Jane.

……

Some people say that people who lack paternal love since childhood usually have some Electra plots, and most of the boyfriends they find when they grow up are older men with mature minds than themselves.

Playing the dual roles of father and husband...

Leng Lintian probably has some Oedipus factors in his body.

So subconsciously, I hope that the woman I love in the future can have the shadow of a mother.

As far as he is concerned, he simply wants to gain the warmth of his family, that's all.

……

In a pitch-black chaos, Leng Lintian's dream was the extremely sad funeral, and the light rain kept falling.

"Master, Master?"

Struggling to open my eyes, I couldn't vomit from the pain all over my body

A fat hand waved in front of his eyes, followed by Aunt Pan's fat face approaching.

"Great, young master, you finally woke up."

Leng Lintian frowned, raised his hand and looked at himself - he is not dead! ?

"The doctor checked you, and said there are some bruises on your internal organs, it's nothing serious." Aunt Pan sighed, "You don't know how you look when you sleep, you look like you're dead, your face is pale, it's really scary !"

Leng Lintian's body tightened violently: "I'm not dead!?"

"Bah bah bah, young master, don't say unlucky words. Young master is auspicious, so he won't die."

It's just the resonance of the piano rhythm that stunned a bunch of people.

After Leng Lintian passed out, the servants and nuns who were buried with him also fell into a coma.

Leng Lintian put his hand on his forehead, remembering Jing Jiaren's words.

She insisted that she had played, but that she was not dead in a coma.

She even clearly expressed her feelings before coma.

Tinnitus, headache, sharp resonance sounds that are about to pierce the body, coughing up blood, the internal organs are damaged...

Jing Jiaren said that when she played the third verse at the end, she couldn't bear it and fainted, and there was no way to play all the melodies that followed.

Now, everything fits one by one.

Jing Jiaren didn't lie, what she said was true!

"Black Sunday" couldn't be finished playing by myself, and the cause of Miss Jane's death was something else.

And the point is——

Leng Lintian sat up suddenly, with a bloody bitter taste in his throat: "Where is she!?"

Aunt Pan immediately knew who the young master was looking for, she blew while holding the traditional Chinese medicine: "The young master is looking for Miss Jiaren, didn't you already let her go?"

Leng Lintian pinched his brows and calmed down.

Yes, he let her go with his own hands...

He didn't regret letting her go, but humiliated her so much before she left!

Leng Lintian laughed sullenly, and punched himself on the head with a metal hand.

His body fell back on the bed after being beaten, and a bruise appeared on his forehead immediately.