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

"How to stimulate~excite?"

"For example, tortured you and left you covered with scars... He won't be moved when he sees it, right?"

Gong Zihua instantly turned into a fire-breathing dinosaur: "Damn, you want to torture me? You want me to be scarred? You woman is more vicious than poisonous mushrooms! You don't care about my life just to escape! "

"Don't get excited, we can forge evidence, and we didn't say we really hit you."

"It's almost the same, how to fake it?"

"First of all, I will tie you up with a rope and hang you up with an iron chain..."

At first, Gong Zihua babbled and refused to cooperate, but Jing Jiaren threatened and lured her, so he reluctantly agreed.

In order to be realistic, Jing Jiaren tore Gong Zihua's clothes and cut them with a knife.

Ximen Longting stopped at the door, and heard Gong Zihua's heart-piercing howl from inside the room: "Take off your pants too? Jing Jiaren, you bitch!"

boom!The door was kicked open with one foot, and Ximen Longting walked in with a terrifying murderous aura. Jing Jiaren was pulling Gong Zihua's clothes. Gong Zihua was handcuffed to a chair and tied with a hemp rope, thinking desperately To defend the pants.

"I didn't take off your pants, just scratched a few times..."

Wilson stood aside, holding a paint tray in his hand, and there were paint tools on the dining car beside him.

Gong Zihua's clothes were stained with blood-like color, Wilson gave a hand, turned around and said respectfully, "Master."

Ximen Longting glanced at the three people with sharp and terrifying eyes. Jing Jiaren saw the normal Ximen Longting at that moment: "Ximen Longting, you came at the right time. We are about to forge evidence of Gong Zihua's torture. Are you together?"

Ximen Longting's scarlet pupils went out in an instant, and he went to the bed to turn over the pillow.

"What are you looking for?"

Ximen Longting found the watch and left as if nothing had happened.

Jing Jiaren grabbed him: "You just...are you angry?"

"..."

"You misunderstood what I have with Gong Zihua... so you are angry?" Jing Jiaren smiled and narrowed her eyes, "Are you desperately enduring it?"

"No." Ximen Longting took off her hand, "I have no time to be angry."

"Jing Jiaren, my back is itchy, give me a quick scratch." Gong Zihua howled in a pig-killing voice.

"You can't scratch yourself?"

"Both hands are tied! Scratch me!"

Jing Jiaren took a look at Wilson, who was covered in paint on both hands, and went over angrily to scratch his back.Gong Zihua grinned and said, "It's right here, it's cool, grab it a little more. My butt is itchy, what should I do?"

When Ximen Longting walked to the door, he stopped suddenly!

"Hold it!" Jing Jiaren was rude.

"I itch."

"Do you have hemorrhoids? It's okay to say it's itchy ass!" Jing Jiaren pulled her lips speechlessly, "Don't move around, the drawing will be distorted when you move."

A man's figure fell on her body, and the chill was very heavy. Jing Jiaren turned her head to see Ximen Longting who had gone and returned, and was quite surprised: "Why are you back?"

Ximen Longting had endured to the limit, and asked in a normal voice, "No makeup artist?"

"Calling a makeup artist will alarm Donggong Ziche."

"Servant?"

"Gong Zihua refuses to let his attendants approach him."

The servants can't get close, but Jing Jiaren can?Ximen Longting's eyes became colder and colder, and when Jing Jiaren turned his head, he became flat again, like a stiff sculpture.