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

It's as if...it happened yesterday.

【Withdraw your disgusting gaze.I warn you, my temper is notoriously bad.When I start a fire, I feel terrible myself. 】

【If you dare to think about me again, you will be miserable to the end of the world. 】

Leng Lintian laughed in a low voice. Every time he thought of Jing Jiaren in his memory, the corners of his mouth would curl up, revealing a faint... absurd smile.

【why are you laughing? 】The Jing Jiaren in his memory was about to come out of his mind vividly, staring at him with black and white eyes.

[I want to know how terrible it is for you to get angry.Where can I be so miserable? 】

[Western Heaven! ! 】

Leng Jiaren looked at him from the side, wondering why Leng Lintian always smiled when he was contemplating.She asked him what was on his mind but he never said, just rubbed her head with his hands.

"Lin Tian, ​​the maid just said that Jing Jia is here."

Leng Lintian put away the gem chain, turned around and asked, "Where is it?"

As he spoke, he strode forward, as if he had been waiting, as if he was sure that Mrs. Jing Jia would come to him.

……

Gong Zihua sat down on the sofa dejectedly, watching Jing Jiaren and Leng Lintian go into the study to discuss something as soon as they met. His chest hurt so much that Leng Jiaren came over with the medicine box to bandage him.

"Hey——" he frowned, knocking off Leng Jiaren's hand unhappily, "You want to murder me?"

"What's wrong, does it hurt?"

"Clumsy, go away, I don't need you to treat me!" Gong Zihua was getting angry, pushed Leng Jia's hand away, and swept the medicine box on the coffee table, stood up and walked outside.

He also knew that he was hot-tempered and getting more and more irritable.

Leaning on the carved corridor, he smiled coldly, he was not like this when he was a child, his temperament changed drastically... all thanks to Donggong Ziche.After so many years, he couldn't forget the hurt that guy gave him, and he couldn't forget it for the rest of his life!

He is not Yuan Yeche from the past, and Donggong Ziche is not Hughes from the past.

That being the case, he lowered his head and found that the chain on his chest was gone, how could he feel so empty?

Gong Zihua patted on the body, frowned and thought for a while, probably fell there.Without thinking too much, he followed the road out of the Hall of Misty Nightmare, grabbed a guard and asked how to get to the Hall of Glory.

Fortunately, the distance between the two halls was not far, and Gong Zihua was lucky. He took a few turns, bumped into each other by mistake, and finally returned to the original place.

There were some drops of his splashed blood on the ground, and he didn't take much effort to see that the chain lying on the ground had been broken.

Gong Zihua picked it up, opened the hidden groove of the pendant to check it, and then put the pendant back on.

Probably after thinking wildly for a while, when he realized that the scene in front of him was absolutely unfamiliar, he went back and walked for a while, and saw a three-way intersection. Passed one, walked for a while, and saw a crossroads.

Gong Zihua's dementia started to develop, and it was very serious.

However, his vision began to blur again, and his brain felt like being hit with a hammer, with bouts of dull pain.

Gong Zihua supported his head with one hand, and walked staggeringly. There were always intersections for him to choose. He walked with consciousness, as if he would never find the exit.

What the hell is this place, there is not even a direction sign.

Gong Zihua had a terrible headache, so she sat down on the ground leaning on a stone statue, carrying a heavy load on her back.