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

"Elf, I love you - to marry..."

Jian Chenche grabbed the window and pulled it down forcefully, cutting the last note: "I—"

Through clear glass windows.

The pigeons downstairs formed a grand occasion, and there were several pigeons flying in the sky.

Jian Chenche pursed her lips, turned around coldly, and walked towards the bathroom.

Head hurts.

He had never been so persecuted before, and his nerves were so tense that he didn't even know what was wrong with him.

The faucet was turned on to the maximum, and the sound of too loud water rang, isolating the sound from outside.

He leaned against the bathtub and punched the wall hard.

Ximen Longting wanted to use this to make him compromise, don't even think about it!There is no way he will be captured!To bow his head is to admit defeat, how could he lose!

……

In the morning, Mu Xicheng invited a band to sing love songs in the open space. They sang from Chinese to English and French, all of which were love confession songs.

The afternoon finally subsided, and Jian Chenche thought the confession was over.

I was tortured for a whole morning and almost went crazy. I finally got out of the castle and wanted to breathe. I found that there were lights, billboards, and wind chimes hanging everywhere in the castle...

I-LOVE-YOU can be seen everywhere, and there are different sentences on the billboards.

【Mengkui, you are my doom. 】

[Mengkui, you are what I am waiting for. 】

【Mengkui...】

Jian Chenche frowned, listening to the sound of the wind chimes spinning among the branches and colliding with the billboards, far and near, as far as the eye could see, a grand confession party was being arranged.

Jian Chenche lost all interest after walking for ten minutes in such an environment.

Ye Xin was also like a peacock with its tail cut off, silently walking behind Jian Chenche, without the pride and complacency of the past.

At night, when the castle is covered in darkness, when the lights are turned on, there are "hearts", "MENGKUI", "I-LOVE-YOU!", "Marryme"...

The windows cannot be opened at all.

Do you think you can avoid it by hiding in the house and not going anywhere? !

wrong!

Every servant would discuss excitedly in Jian Chenche's ears over and over again, what did Mr. Mu do to Miss Meng, how romantic and surprising, and so enviable.

Regardless of whether Jian Chenche wants to hear it or not, everything will be broadcast live to his ears immediately.

This is Leng Lintian's territory, Jian Chenche has no right to command his subordinates.

After several days of continuous bombing, Jian Chenche was forced to the rooftop.

Do you think this can be avoided? !

Wrong again!

Fireworks bursting continuously in the sky, bang bang, the romantic fireworks rain is like a shooting star dragging its long tail...

Big hearts wrapped in small ones, exploded into giant hearts, spilled.

Jian Chenche leaned against the corner of the roof, the wind was blowing, and his face was sunk in the darkness.

His eyes, which had not been rested for several days, seemed to be covered with asphalt, and his face really looked like a ghost.

At hand, separated by some rickety wine bottles, most of them have been emptied.

He is not a man who likes to drink, and he will never give up on himself and drink away his worries.

The more adversity he faced, the more infinite power he would erupt.

This time, Marshal Jane fell down.

It is clear that the alcohol capacity is very shallow, and usually socializes with red wine and champagne, and rarely drinks white.

Hell, I've downed several bottles of whiskey, but I can't get drunk at all...

People are intoxicated or not, and their will is particularly clear.

Jian Chenche grinned mockingly, picked up another bottle of wine and pried off the cap.