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

Leng Lintian's voice turned into ashes and he could recognize it.

Hitting the sink hard with a fist, cracks appeared on the glass mirror instantly.

He suppressed his heart and rubbed his aching temple, wishing he could immediately grab the woman on the bed and question her.

Resisting the urge to kill, he picked up the phone and connected it back to the board.

Turning to the recent call log, there are only a few missed calls that rang just now, and the received call that he picked up.

She was quick with her hands and feet, and deleted it so quickly.

He transferred to the text message box again——

There were four anonymous text messages between 9pm and 10pm last night.

:【I finally got my wish and killed the little guy who was in the way, do you want me to say congratulations. 】

:【worry about what?It was a specially made abortion pill, and the ingredients could not be found at all.Forget who I am - you omnipotent Ah Leng. 】

: [The trick is done, don't let him see it, wait until I arrange someone to pick you up. 】

:【I can't wait to get together with you as soon as possible, let's talk. 】

……

Naturally, it is impossible for Leng Lintian to tell these four text messages. They were sent to Jing Jiaren's mobile phone by Leng Xinqi using other numbers.

And this number is a temporary number, and the card will be canceled when it is used up, and the user cannot be found at all.

In addition, Leng Lintian and the others used Jing Jiaren's tone to send him a distress message.

That's why there was that phone call from Leng Lintian just now.

……

The veins on the back of Ximen Longting's hands twitched violently, and he punched the glass mirror again.

Several pieces of glass fell out of the cracked mirror, and one scratched the back of his hand...

He could never believe that the child was killed by Jing Jiaren, but the text message on the phone was an indisputable fact.

"Master, the number that sent the text message is a temporary card, which has been canceled and the user's identity cannot be found. However, the number that called Miss Jing is indeed the private mobile phone number of Young Master Leng." Wilson handed over the information , "His mobile phone number account is encrypted. We obtained the information only after invading the mobile communication group. In addition, Miss Leng San also has the private number of Young Master Leng, she can testify."

Ximen Longting's face was gloomy, and he couldn't tell what kind of expression it was.

Suddenly he stretched out his hand and lifted all the documents on the table, and the papers fluttered in the air.

When Jing Jiaren woke up, she found that there was no one around her, and her heart was instantly empty.

She got up and went to the bathroom to wash up. When she saw the broken mirror with some blood on it, she had a vague premonition.

What happened, why did the glass crack, did Ximen Longting break it?

Jing Jiaren felt very sad, thinking that maybe Ximen Longting was too depressed about the child, leading to self-abuse.

I learned from the servant that he was in the study.

Jing Jiaren walked to the door of the study, raised her hand and was about to knock on the door, but the door opened by itself.

Wilson looked at her in surprise: "Miss Jing?"

Jing Jiaren saw the documents scattered everywhere in the study, and a dark figure sitting in front of the desk, his face was as hard as frost, extremely terrifying.

Wilson said in a low voice: "The young master is in a bad mood today, you'd better not provoke him."

"Why is he in a bad mood?" Jing Jiaren became even more worried when she heard that Ximen Longting was in a bad mood.

"Miss Jing, let's go."

Wilson winked and was about to close the door when Simon Long's dark voice sounded: "Let her in."

Wilson sighed, opened the door, and the beauty of the scene came in.