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

Donggong Ziche got Leng Jiaren, he would not miss this opportunity.

No wonder he hasn't been seen lately, he's such a greedy politician.

"Jing Jiaren, it's all your good deeds, you've disgraced me!" Gong Zihua suddenly cursed viciously.

"You say every day that you have lost your old face, why don't you still have lost your face?"

Gong Zihua violently destroyed the teacup on the coffee table with his hands, extremely angry: "You are too self-assertive, you don't consider my feelings at all!"

Jing Jiaren sighed: "You are such a childish ghost."

Gong Zihua got angry, and left Jing Jiaren alone in the hall, he locked himself in the room angrily.

At 8 o'clock in the evening, the quiet landline in the Temple of Killing God suddenly rang an abrupt bell...

Jing Jiaren rushed to the phone one step ahead of the maids, picked up the receiver, and as expected, it was Donggong Ziche calling.

Acting as a maid, Jing Jiaren went to the room and knocked on the door.

"Master Gong, it's His Highness who called you."

Knock knock, knock knock, she patiently knocked on the door again and again, but Gong Zihua turned a deaf ear.

Jing Jiaren turned the door lock, and it was locked upside down.

Gong Zihua refused to answer the phone, what can Jing Jiaren do?As a servant, it's not easy for her to make demands on Dong Gongzi.

Originally, she wanted to tactfully ask Dong Gongzi to call back later, but the other side had already hung up the phone first.

Jing Jiaren put down the receiver anxiously, Gong Zihua is unreliable, it seems that she has to find another way, she can only rely on herself...

Leaning against the window, she looked at the far and near scenery, and analyzed the geographical location. There were heavy guards everywhere. Every half an hour under the window, a group of patrol soldiers passed by. beam.

Jing Jiaren frowned, even if she escaped from here, what should she do next?She didn't even know where the star was kept.

Suddenly a hand reached out and pulled down the cross pane window in front of her.

When Jing Jiaren turned her head, she saw Gong Zihua standing beside her at some point.

"Finally willing to come out? I thought you were going to be imprisoned there for the rest of your life."

Gong Zihua pulled the window silently.

Jing Jiaren was angry and didn't bother to talk to him, so she turned around and was about to leave.

Gong Zihua walked behind her, seeing her sit down on the chair, he also sat down.

Jing Jiaren picked up a book to read, but he took it away.

Jing Jiaren glared at him angrily, seeing that Gong Zihua's eyes were like high-wattage lamps, staring at her shiningly, waiting for her to speak.

Jing Jiaren obviously knew what he wanted to ask, but she just didn't say it.

After playing chess for more than ten minutes, Gong Zihua began to lose her temper, and stretched out her hand to pull her hair, causing her uncomfortable pain.

Jing Jiaren pulled her hair back, and said wordlessly, "Dong Gongzi Che called just now."

Gong Zihua raised one eyebrow, and then tried to pretend to be expressionless and let out an "oh".

Then, he waited for a while, and seeing that Jing Jiaren didn't say anything, he started pulling Jing Jiaren's hair again.

Jing Jiaren held back her patience: "But I knocked on your door for a long time, but you didn't come out to answer the phone, so I told him that you were a little uncomfortable, maybe you were asleep and didn't hear."

Gong Zihua gave another "oh" lightly.

"He didn't say anything and then hung up."

Gong Zihua was very dissatisfied, and began to settle accounts after autumn: "I don't want to pick it up, you said I'm uncomfortable!"