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

"Normal people will cherish what they love..." Jing Jiaren narrowed her eyes, "But I'm afraid that Jian Chenche is abnormal."

"In the end what you want!?"

"Look again, I'm curious about his reaction after watching the CD."

Ximen Longting stared at her: "You just like to torture me."

"Be good." Jing Jiaren stroked his cheek, "Wait another 10 minutes."

"Wait while you do."

"..."

……

Mengkui is like a happy little woman, running around the room.The hot water in the bathtub was put away, and flower petals were sprinkled.

She made tea for Jian Chenche again, poured out a cup to cool down, and looked up at Boss Jane from time to time.

After he got the CD, he asked the servant to bring the mini player, and leaned on the sofa to turn it on.

Mengkui also wanted to go and see, but she always knew the difference between her and Jian Chenche's identities.

The young master said that as long as Jian Chenche wants to marry her, he can marry her at any time, and he can also remove the contract of prostitution in his body.

Mengkui's eyes curled up with a smile, and she felt that Mr. Jian didn't hate her that much.

And she is still pregnant with Jian Chenche's child...

As long as she makes some efforts, can she turn back into an ordinary person and have ordinary little happiness?

Mengkui recalled the scene after seeing Jian Chenche, he treated her coldly, and was more angry.

Did he hate her because he misunderstood her?As long as she expresses her heart, let him clear up the misunderstanding...

The more Mengkui thought about it, the more dizzy her mind became.

Is she going to confess?

Secretly closing the door, standing in front of the mirror, she stared at herself flushed——

"Mr. Jane, I like you."

When the words fell, she wanted to bite off her tongue.

Although she usually has a bold style and can do anything to Jian Chenche, she has never confessed her love.

There's no way, she remembers her humble status, how can she think about him?

"Mr. Jane, I like you." "Mr. Jane, I love you." "Mr. Jane, I have liked you for a long, long time..."

Mengkui said it over and over again, making her expression natural.

"I really didn't betray you. I listened to the young master so much because I had time bombs and trackers buried in my body. My brother and I were orphans since we were young. If there is no young master..."

In the empty bathroom, Mengkui practiced her belly draft seriously.

Faintly heard the sound of smashing things in the living room——

Mengkui was startled, what's wrong?

When he opened the door, he saw Jian Chenche on the sofa with an extremely livid face, and a smashed teapot lying on the ground.

"What's the matter, Mr. Jian, did the teapot accidentally break? It's okay, don't move, I'll clean it up!" Mengkui walked over quickly, intending to clean up the tiles.

Jian Chenche sat there with a gloomy face, not talking or moving, with an abnormal expression.

Mengkui felt something was wrong, so she didn't dare to ask more questions.

Suddenly Jian Chenche stood up, rushed to a statue of an angel, and punched him down.

The angel's glasses are monitors, he was so careless, and he hadn't noticed it a long time ago.

Everything about him was monitored by Ximen Longting.

The angel statue was carved out of white jade, with fine workmanship and hard texture. Even after he smashed it with his hand a few times, the statue was firm and motionless.

There are similar statues monitoring the entire Leng family castle.

Jian Chenche angrily grabbed a vase and smashed it on the head of the statue, only then did the angel's little wing break off.

His face was tense, his fists were clenched crazily, and he exuded an aura of rage!

Mengkui was stunned and dared not speak out.