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

Jian Chenche stared at the servant's face, bent down inch by inch...

The resolute lips are getting closer and closer.

The servant held his breath, too surprised to move.

Jian Chenche's lips were close at hand, but he couldn't kiss them, so anger slowly gathered in his eyes.

Meng Kui closed her eyes heavily, let go of her hand, and with a bang, the delicate teacup fell out of her hand and rolled onto the carpet.

Jing Jiaren saw her pale face——

She was still laughing forcefully: "I, I suddenly feel a little uncomfortable."

"..."

"Beauty, young master, can I quit early." Mengkui was a little at a loss, "Anyway, this game is over, I want to end."

Her pain was so obvious that she couldn't hide her smile.

Jing Jiaren nodded: "Since you're not feeling well, let's go rest first."

She originally wanted to match them up, but obviously things went in the opposite direction.

Mengkui's situation tonight is too bad, she is afraid that Mengkui will be overwhelmed.

"Thank... thank you." Mengkui stood up weakly, she couldn't bear this atmosphere for a long time.

Jian Chenche's figure was fixed there, and he heard Mengkui get up.

She walked hurriedly, with her head down, as if she was dodging something...

The long skirt was extremely bare, walking fast, the skirt floated in waves, tripping her legs.

It took such a moment to fall down, and no one reacted.

Mengkui's eyes darkened and she fell to the ground.

She was already suffering from various physical discomforts, and she hadn't eaten for a day and a night, and her body was almost overwhelmed.

Jing Jiaren's expression changed drastically: "Meng Kui—quickly help her up!"

Two servants who were not far away ran to help her.

Mengkui fell to the ground, but after a short period of dizziness, she soon woke up. She told herself that she should not be embarrassed.

"No... I can do it myself." She said with difficulty, trying to stand up by herself.

A pair of legs protruding from the long skirt showed faint traces of whipping.

Jian Chenche's body was fixed there, her eyes were gloomy, her lips were pursed, and she didn't speak.

Mengkui took a heavy breath, stood up with the help of the servant, and said with a smile: "I'm fine, maybe I'm a little anemic after sitting for a long time..."

Everyone in the room looked at her.

She smiled and narrowed her crescent eyes, but her face was ashen and ugly.

Jing Jiaren had already walked in front of her: "You look very pale, is the child okay? Does your stomach hurt?"

"not bad……"

"I'll call the doctor to show you."

"It's really okay, I'm in good health." Mengkui refused, "I'm just very sleepy and a little confused. It's okay, I just need to sleep..."

"Then go to sleep first, don't think too much. I'll talk to you when you wake up tomorrow." Jing Jiaren stroked her hair gently, expressing her concern.

Mengkui nodded: "Okay."

"I'll ask the servant to prepare some supper for you. For the sake of the child, eat more."

"Well, thank you, beautiful." Mengkui nodded obediently, but there was only perfunctory in her empty eyes.

Throughout the night, she was actually like a piece of wood without a soul, walking dead...

It's been a long time and I'm so tired.Finally, I can be freed.

Meng Kui didn't have the courage to look at Jian Chenche again, and left the hall under the care of the servants.

Jian Chenche stood like a sculpture, still holding the servant's chin in his hand.

Once Mengkui left, Jing Jiaren had no intention of playing anymore...

Goddess is not happy, so Ximen Boss is not happy either!