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

"If you want to ask anything, just say it, don't hold it in your heart. I hate your wild thinking."

"You touch your heart and swear that you never lied to me."

Ximen Longting was about to return to Jing Jiaren, and Wilson, who was guarding the door, coughed, "Master."

Ximen Longting raised his eyebrows: "Come back and talk."

The bedroom door closed and he left.

Jing Jiaren sat there in a daze, and soon regained her thoughts.It's good that he left. If he stayed for a few more minutes, she might not be able to resist questioning him.

The phone rang again.

This time it was Jing Jiaren's phone that rang...

Originally, the mobile phone was always hanging on her wrist, but when Ximen Longting tied her wrists last night, the mobile phone was ripped off.

Jing Jiaren found her mobile phone under the bed, and it was a warm call.

"Beautiful lady, are you awake... My father found the book of poems and photos, and they have already passed them on."

Jing Jiaren nodded: "I'm awake, this will pass."

She got out of bed naked and looked at the Band-Aid on her wrist...

The wound was engraved on her wrist, and yesterday he just tied up this place with a tie, so the Band-Aid would not come off in the water when he took a shower.

And after that, her hands never loosened.

He probably helped her loosen it when he woke up in the morning and didn't notice that much.

If he finds out, he will definitely fly into a rage.

It's not that he loves her dearly, but treats her as his property and doesn't allow her to destroy it, right?

Jing Jiaren laughed dumbfounded.

The wound was strangled all night, how painful is it?

But she didn't say a word, as if she was savoring the pain deliberately, trying to keep her brain awake at all times.

Picking up a piece of clothing casually and putting it on, she left here quickly, planning to wash up in the warm guest room.

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The photos came out of the printer slowly.

Jing Jiaren looked pale, looking at the computer screen...

In the photo, Jing’s mother is wearing a European-style court dress, with a lace veil on her head, hanging down, dragging the floor, sitting on a toffee chair, with a quiet and charming smile on her face...

Lace long-sleeved gloves of the same series as the veil, holding the man beside him.

The man leaned his hands on his knees, wearing an orthodox men's court attire with gold silk tattoos, sitting with his legs crossed, full of majesty and dominance in the world.

A pair of red pupils seemed to spew out fire, burning up the entire picture.

With destructive fanaticism and arrogance...

And the vicious murderous intent that cannot be ignored.

Wen Xinnuan leaned on the side and said, "It's handsome, isn't it? ... It really looks like the one in your family, I remember correctly. But now it seems that they are definitely not alone. First of all, the age of the photo is wrong Also, their hair color is different."

Jing Jiaren mechanically picked up the printed photos.

Wen Xinnuan said again: "But it's not a coincidence that they resemble each other so much, right? Is there any kinship relationship?"

"..."

"Wow, it's just like acting in a TV series. It's so romantic!" Wen Xinnuan showed longing, and began to make up his mind automatically, "They fell in love in the last generation, and they couldn't be together because of the family's rivalry. The children actually met and fell in love, continuing the love of the previous generation. How rare is this chance, and you also met!"

"Do you think there is a chance of such a coincidence?"