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

Ximen Longting turned the swivel chair back, and said in a gloomy voice, "Go out."

Wilson had no choice but to go out and guard the door, listening to the movement inside all the time, in case of emergency.

Jing Jiaren looked at the messy documents all over the floor, and she had no place to set her feet.So as he walked, he picked up the documents on the ground one by one.

Pick them all up, put them together, and put them on the table.

Only then did Jing Jiaren walk up to Ximen Longting: "I heard that you are in a bad mood."

Ximen Longting stared blankly at the violent storm outside the window.

Thunder and lightning flashed across, and the white light shone on his face, which was a bit heart-wrenching.

Jing Jiaren's eyes fell on his right hand, and sure enough, there was a glass cut wound on the back of his hand.

Jing Jiaren's heart ached for a while: "What's wrong with you? Are you unhappy about the child?"

Child, these two words are so exciting that Ximen Longting's body froze.

"Didn't you comfort me last night, we still have a second, third, fourth..." Jing Jiaren's heart ached when she thought of the child, but seeing Ximen Longting like this made her even sadder, "Today It's a new day."

She reached for his right hand.

Suddenly he moved his wrist and forcefully opened her hand.

Jing Jiaren's hand felt a burning pain, she didn't blame Ximen Longting for being angry, she just blamed herself more.

"I promise you, when I get better, we will have a new baby soon."

"..."

"Your hand is injured, why don't you deal with it." Jing Jiaren stood up and was about to ask the servant to bring the medicine box.

But after walking a few steps, he said in a gloomy voice: "Why can't the show go on, so let's go?"

"What am I playing?"

"Bitter drama."

Jing Jiaren looked back puzzled.

Ximen Longting rolled the swivel chair over, his handsome face was particularly deep in the shadows: "I was almost fooled by your acting skills, if you go to act, you should win the best actress Oscar."

His voice was calm.

It should be said that it is the dead silence after despair.

He didn't question her angrily and torture her like before, because this time, Jing Jiaren really hurt him very badly.

She polished off even the last trace of his domineering arrogance, like a wolf lying on the ground, gasping for breath. Although his eyes were shining fiercely, they were not lethal at all.

"I don't understand what you're talking about." Jing Jiaren shook her head.

Ximen Longting took out the mobile phone, threw it hard, and landed right in front of her feet.

"I asked the nurse surnamed He for this phone to find out about Jing Meixue's whereabouts." Jing Jiaren knew that he was about to misunderstand again, "I didn't tell you because I was afraid that you would not allow me to talk to Jing Meixue." Contact, and then secretly hide."

Ximen Longting smiled.

Laughing and applauding.

Jing Jiaren thought the applause was so ironic: "You don't believe me."

"You forgot to delete the text message." He reminded, "Otherwise, how could I not believe your wonderful performance last night?"

Short message?

When did Jing Jiaren receive a text message? Could it be from the newspaper office?

Jing Jiaren picked up her phone and saw a few messages in the text box, her head suddenly exploded - she was framed.

"A Leng." Ximen Longting looked at her with a low smile, his red pupils were cold and dark, "What an affectionate name."

Leng Lintian?

"A well-thought-out plan."

"Leng Xinqi gave me this phone, so she did it!" Jing Jiaren shook her head and said, "I have never contacted Leng Lintian!"