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

"You want to talk too much?" Jian Chenche's expression was serious, "I'll let me find out that you guys bullied her—"

"Tsk, how dare we." Jing Jiaren relaxed, smiled and said, "Knowing that Mengkui is your Mr. Jian's treasure, we will definitely love her together."

Jian Chenche's face was sullen, and he kept that cool and silent look.

"But what did you mean just now, that you are willing to help?"

"Say."

"Look at our Mr. Jian, he is really willing to do anything for Xiaomengmeng!" Wen Xinnuan applauded again.

Jian Chenche stared at Mengkui without saying a word, only the willingness and pampering for this woman in his eyes.

Jing Jiaren pursed her lips in relief, Jian Chenche and Mengkui didn't experience too many setbacks and misunderstandings, they walked together very smoothly, and they completely trusted each other so soon.very nice.

"Don't worry, I won't embarrass you... I just want to know something about Ximen Longting from you."

……

Poisoning, researching antidote, frequent attacks, beetle poison...

Every word entered Jing Jiaren's ears, causing her to collapse a bit.

As expected, she still couldn't bear that Ximen Longting was suffering without telling her!

Wen Xinnuan sat on the sofa, no longer in the mood to eat dessert: "Girl, are you okay?"

"Mr. Ximen will be fine." Mengkui sat beside Jian Chenche, and the husband and wife held each other's hands to comfort her.

Jing Jiaren closed her eyes hard, all she wanted was the simple happiness of being with Meng Kui, why did disasters happen again and again?

"It's poisoning again." She took a deep breath, "What if I can't find an antidote?"

"..."

"Will he end--die?"

"So many master drug makers are studying together, what do you think?" Jian Chenche said lightly, "Don't worry too much, it will pass."

"I don't believe it, if it's so simple, Ximen Longting won't hide it from me at all!"

"..."

"If it was so easy to make, you wouldn't have waited so long to develop it and watch his disease get worse!" Jing Jiaren's voice suddenly increased. What she hates the most is herself, why is she always the last to know? that person?

"Beauty...don't be like this." Wen Xinnuan sat over and patted her back to comfort her.

Jing Jiaren shook her head, pressed her painful temples with both hands and said, "I'm fine, I've gone through so many lives and deaths...Jian Chenche, take me to see Ximen Longting."

"You want to see him?" Jian Chenche raised his eyebrows unexpectedly.

"Why, if it's Mengkui who is having a toxic attack now, don't you want to see her?"

"..."

"I can't help him. The only thing I can do is to be by his side when he is in the most pain, so as not to make him feel lonely." Jing Jiaren smiled lightly, her expression became calm and correct, "I know, Ximen What Long Ting wants to see most now is me... the time without me by my side, every minute is extremely hard!"

……

"Jing Jiaren!!!"

The servant's hand was suddenly tightly grasped by one hand, and the man on the bed sat up violently, holding the servant's hand tightly, a pair of red eyes bursting with blood!

"Young master... I, I am not Young Madam!"

"Lin, I think it's better to handcuff him with chains." Ji Ziang picked up the broken hemp rope, "The eighth rope has been broken."

The blood vessels on Ximen Longting's body were protruding, and his face was ferocious...

The short hair was soaked, and sweat slid down the hair on the forehead.