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

"Annoyed..." Jing Jiaren narrowed her eyes with a smile, "I'm sure it was sent by Donggong Ziche."

"Give it back to me!" Gong Zihua pressed her shoulder to grab her, and because she was a woman, she had to avoid too close physical contact.

Jing Jiaren held out a hand to Gong Zihua's forehead: "Sure!"

"..."

"Squat down."

Gong Zihua sat down subconsciously, and Jing Jiaren said, "Quickly, give me your right hand."

Gong Zihua thought she was going to return the ring to him, so she stretched out her right hand, Jing Jiaren held his hand and shook it: "Change the left hand."

Gong Zihua realized that she was being treated like a dog, and she was instantly angry: "Jing Jiaren!"

"The eardrum is going to be perforated." Jing Jiaren picked out her ear, saw that he was about to pounce on him again, and stepped back and said, "Come here again, and I'll throw the ring box into the fireplace..."

A fire blazed in the fireplace next to the sofa.

Jing Jiaren stretched out one hand, as if to throw it.

Gong Zihua's body was pinned, and she was extremely angry: "What do you want, is it fun to play tricks on me?"

"It's nothing, it's just that you are so curious about this ring." Jing Jiaren smiled, "Let's make a deal. As long as you promise me, I will definitely return the ring as it is."

"Damn it, you stole my things and made a deal with me, are you a bandit?"

Gong Zihua hooked her fingers: "Wilson, come here."

Wilson came over and took the ring box Jing Jiaren handed over: "You stand by the fireplace, and as soon as he acts rashly, throw the ring in and burn it..."

Gong Zihua, who was about to rush over, sat back on the sofa fiercely, with eyes that wanted to kill Jing Jiaren.

"The most poisonous woman's heart! Only a villain and a woman are hard to raise!"

Jing Jiaren narrowed her crooked eyes with a smile, very charming.

Gong Zihua looked away: "Even the old monk said that the more beautiful a woman is, the more poisonous she is."

"Okay, let's get down to business." Jing Jiaren put her hands behind her back, "It's not difficult for you to do, you just need to cooperate with me."

"The weasel pays the chicken a New Year's greeting, it's uneasy and kind." Gong Zihua was still annoyed, his chest was like hundreds of mountain rats scratching him, regretting that he ran over and was framed by Jing Jiaren.

"Donggong Ziche likes you so much, I want to use you to let him let our family out. In layman's terms, you are my hostage."

Gong Zihua seemed to hear the funniest talk in the world: "Lao Tzu, hostage?"

"Yes." Jing Jiaren walked in front of him and stroked his face, "Gong Zihua, you are really beautiful. If you were a woman, I don't know how many men you would charm."

Gong Zihua wanted to vomit blood, and hated others to say he was beautiful.

He raised his big fist and threatened that if she said something wrong again, she would beat her up.

"No wonder Donggong Ziche is fascinated by you."

The next sentence made Gong Zihua's ears turn red again, and he glared angrily: "Bullshit, how did he fascinate me?"

"A man has been fascinated by you as a male-to-male relationship, don't you still fascinate him?" Jing Jiaren slid down his chest, "Think about it, if Dong Gongziche didn't like you, why would you stay? You live, eat and drink for you. You are not the only man in this world, and there are—”

"What else!?" Gong Zihua froze, staring at Jing Jiaren's lips.

Jing Jiaren took out her mobile phone from Gong Zihua's pocket, took a few quick steps back, and smiled: "Also, I got the mobile phone."