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

"It's really not..." Ye Xin was startled, the living room was big enough, and there were too many people, it shouldn't be possible to monitor her arson.

She moves very carefully, very carefully...

And judging from Jian Chenche's tone, he probably didn't have conclusive evidence, but only suspected that it was her.

Ye Xin's heart felt uncomfortable, Jian Chenche just doubted, so she slapped her.

She fell downstairs, and he had no mercy at all.

Ye Xin's cheeks were burning hot, she had never been slapped before, and it was because of Meng Kui.

"Jane, how could I do such an outrageous thing? It's impossible for me to hurt her. "

Jian Chenche stood on the penultimate step, looking down at her coldly: "You know who you are."

"I……"

"Trouble her again, I'll make you miserable!"

Jian Chenche bent down and pinched her jaw, wanting to crush her.

Ye Xin's expression was even more painful: "Jane, it's really not me..."

"..."

"I'm a guest invited by Mr. Ximen, not your servant. You treat me like this...without proof and certificate, and casually take your anger out on me...it's too much." Ye Xin took Ximen Longting as his backer move out.

Of course, if the owner knew that she set the fire, the consequences would be even more disastrous.

However, luckily nothing happened, Ximen Longting didn't have time to pursue it...

On the one hand, Ye Xin was annoyed that she had been dazzled and almost got burned, hurting others and herself.

On the one hand, jealousy and anger are still raging——

Mengkui was lucky not to be injured this time, and next time, she won't be so lucky.

……

Meng Kui sat blankly in front of the makeup mirror, her eyes were dull, and she combed her long hair with a golden comb.

Her eyes were red and swollen from crying. She actually hated this cowardly self.

Suddenly the door was knocked a few times, Meng Kui pursed her lower lip, it's so late, who is it?

Before she could react, the door was opened from the outside, and a deserted figure walked in.

Mengkui only unlocks the lock before going to sleep...

"who is it!?"

Mengkui turned her face, and was surprised to see the figure of that man appearing under the dim wall lamp, with a handsome face, soft black hair, and the outline of his face was as indifferent and forbearing as ever.

Meng Kui almost thought that she was delusional, was it Jian Chenche?

"You, you...Mr. Jane, are you drunk again!?"

Without saying a word, Jian Chenche walked to the side and sat down on the dark green sofa. The whole person was solemn and silent, twirling the ring on his ring finger with one hand.

There was no conversation, and there was an unusually frozen atmosphere in the air.

After a while, Jian Chenche turned the ring out and put it on the tea table...

The golden ring has no extra decorations on the body, the carvings are retro and old-fashioned, and the ring is a bit old, but the texture is very delicate.It is an article of the last generation.

Mengkui's eyes were red and swollen, she didn't dare to approach...

He was afraid that if he got too close, he would see the traces of her crying hard.

Jian Chenche sat there and waited for a while, his face getting worse and worse: "Still coming?"

Normally, Meng Kui would rush up, talk a lot, and took the initiative to pick up the ring on the coffee table and ask him what it meant.

The light was very dim, Meng Kui approached a few steps awkwardly, but there was still a long distance...

"Mr. Jane, are you sure you're not drunk?"

"I didn't drink." Jian Chenche stared at the deep dent on his ring finger, which was carved by wearing a ring for many years.