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

"Uh, do you want to help?" Jing Jiaren asked, staring at his frozen figure.

"I'm busy."

Ok.

Ximen Longting waited for a while, seeing no other reaction from her, he added slowly: "Unless you beg me."

Jing Jiaren couldn't help laughing, and tried her best to restrain her smile, fearing that Ximen Longting would go crazy: "Well, I beg you, I don't have enough manpower here, it's best for you to help."

Gong Zihua yelled coldly: "Don't let that bitch approach me."

"Gong Zihua, I don't mind shutting your mouth if you talk too much."

"How dare you—" Gong Zihua stared at a pair of light bulb eyes, roared a few words, and Jing Jiaren stuffed a rag in his mouth, "Uh, uh? Uh!"

If eyes could kill, Jing Jiaren must have been killed!

"You're too wordy, I'll take off the rag when it's over." Jing Jiaren pinched his chin and shook.

[Jing Jiaren, you ungrateful villain! 】

Jing Jiaren gave up the seat to Ximen Longting, took off his coat considerately, watched him roll up his sleeves and asked, "What are you going to do?"

"Use a knife to cut some more rips in his clothes and trousers, it would be better if they were whipped."

Ximen Longting didn't pick up the dagger, and directly grabbed Gong Zihua's clothes and tore them, only to hear the sound of the cloth ripping.

Due to the excessive force, the trousers split into two parts at once, revealing that Gong Zihua was wearing Donald Duck's boxer trousers.

When Jing Jiaren saw this scene suddenly, Ximen Longting's hand suddenly lay in front of her eyes, blocking what she couldn't see clearly. At the same time as Jing Jiaren burst into laughter, Gong Zihua was so angry that she fell to the ground together with the chair.

Jing Jiaren held Ximen Longting's hand, but he still didn't mind?Is it a knee-jerk reaction?

Sure enough, Ximen Longting quickly withdrew his hand and turned his face away.

Jing Jiaren's heart ached, so she changed the subject: "Gong Zihua, how old are you, and you still wear Donald Duck underwear?"

Gong Zihua spat out the rag, and cursed viciously: "What are you doing taking off my pants? Peeping at my beauty?"

"It's because your pants are too fragile. Ximen Longting just exerted a little bit of strength." Jing Jiaren took Ximen Longting's arm and spoke for him, "You think everyone is Donggong Ziche. Are you interested in beauty?"

"Damn it, you husband and wife are accomplices, I quit, let me go!"

"It's late, you still want to leave after boarding the pirate ship?"

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It took two hours to successfully forge the scars on Gong Zihua's body. Ximen Longting is indeed a master of painting. The bruises and bruises look like blood cut by a knife. The right cheek is swollen and dripping The blood... all real.

Gong Zihua was tied to a chair with her "bloody" shirt open, her head drooping slightly, and her bangs on her forehead were clotted with "blood".

Jing Jiaren picked up a packet of jam and stuffed it into Gong Zihua's mouth according to Ximen Longting's instructions.

As soon as Gong Zihua spoke, the jam packet broke, and the ketchup flowed down his lips and teeth like blood.

"Perfect." Jing Jiaren clapped her hands, "Call Donggong Ziche now?"

Gong Zihua licked her lips with her tongue and licked the juice in: "It tastes good, let's have another one."

Jing Jiaren really wanted to punch her: "Did you eat too little at noon? Are you a pig?"