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

Without saying a word, Luo Lei swung the crutch in his hand and hit him.

Several bodyguards surrounded him and exchanged a few moves. Luo Lei's legs were indeed a little sprained, and his mobility during the fight was not as agile as before.

The surrounding glass windows were smashed, crashing and shattering...

"Stop!" Jing Jiaren yelled loudly, "I didn't come to you to fight with you!"

Luo Lei's ears seemed to be unable to hear, and kept beating.

"Warm heart and warm!" Jing Jiaren was quick to wit.

Three words, this man who seemed to be unable to understand human words froze in an instant.

Knew it……

"Wen Xin Nuan, Luo Lei is here." Jing Jiaren shouted again.

Seeing that Luo Lei kicked a bodyguard, he wanted to run outside.

"Idiot." Ximen Longting snorted, and he had already reached Luo Lei's body, and they began to fight.

After all, the bodyguards didn't dare to push Luo Lei, but Ximen Longting was different, he grasped the proportions properly, first of all, he took Luo Lei's crutches into his hands.

Several shop assistants looked at Ximen Longting in amazement...

Just now, he was staring at Luo Lei like a nympho, now it's all over, and they all turned against Ximen Longting.

"So handsome..."

"It's good to fight."

"It was said in the magazine that the nose is divided in the middle, the shape of the face is judged by broken bangs, the temperament is judged by oblique bangs, and the facial features are judged by no bangs... He really looks good on every side..." Ximen Longting has no dead ends in 360°.

"What about me, which side am I?"

"You are suitable for masking..."

Jing Jiaren: "..."

"Go away!" Luo Lei shouted loudly, Ximen Longting put his cane on Luo Lei's neck, and the two proud men confronted each other.

In the past, it was so easy for Ximen Longting to capture Luo Lei.

The dignified Colombian drug lord was surrendered so easily.

But this time...

Luo Lei's leg injury is probably still not healed, and he is in a state of anger.

"Luo Lei, why are you running? I won't eat you. I just lied to you by calling Wen Xinnuan. He's not here."

Seeing that Luo Lei was about to break through the glass door and escape, Jing Jiaren had no choice but to explain.

He was afraid of seeing Wen Xinnuan, so he even hid when he saw Jing Jiaren...

"If you run again, I will call Wen Xinnuan immediately and tell him that you are lame."

Jing Jiaren is best at stepping on painful feet.

One step and one accurate...

It turned out that what Luo Lei was most concerned about was the leg injury.

The whole person is like an enraged hedgehog, and his whole body stands up angrily: "Jing Popo, don't force me to abolish you!"

"I'm here, let's see who dares to touch my woman." Ximen Longting's voice was not loud, but it was dignified enough.

In such a short time, Ximen Longting's staff has covered the entire photo studio inside and out.

"Wen Xinnuan is really not here, what are you in a hurry for? Look back, Luo Lei."

Luo Lei's back was always stiff, as if he was going to jump into the hole to hide at any time.

Hearing this, the stiff body turned around in slow motion, like a plaster man, the neck twisted extremely stiffly...

Seeing Jing Jia standing there alone, his thin lips pursed.

Seeing him like this, Jing Jiaren felt a little sad: "Is it convenient, I want to find a place to talk to you."

"inconvenient!"

"Is the leg still not healed...or is it going to get better?" Jing Jiaren's eyes fell on his leg.

"You want to take care of it?" Luo Lei roared very unceremoniously, "When will it be your husband and wife's turn to take care of me?"

Whether he is lame or useless, his life has nothing to do with others!