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

"I've been tied up and tossed all afternoon! What's wrong with eating some ketchup from you!" Gong Zihua blushed.

Jing Jiaren waved helplessly: "Alright Wilson, feed him two more."

Wilson was packing up the paint tray, his hands were dirty, and he looked at Simon Longting hesitantly.

Ximen Longting tore off his gloves, showing a rare generosity, picked up a piece of ketchup and stuffed it into Gong Zihua's mouth.

Just when the second one entered the fortress, Gong Zihua bit Ximen Longting's finger violently, and gave in hard!

Ximen Longting pulled out his fingers, leaving a row of dog teeth marks.

Gong Zihua glared at Ximen Longting triumphantly: "You always walk in the ditch, how can you not capsize?"

According to Ximen Longting's usual temperament, he just slapped him across the face, which would definitely slap Gong Zihua's face all over the place.

Ximen Longting raised his hands up, Jing Jiaren turned around holding the phone, his hands quickly dropped again.

"What's wrong?" Jing Jiaren asked looking at the tense scene.

"Your husband wants to beat me!" Gong Zihua complained first.

"Hit you? Why? Did you mess with him again?"

Although Ximen Longting has a violent personality, he will not get angry for no reason.

Wilson said silently: "Mr. Donggong just bit the young master."

"How could it be possible to bite?"

"When the young master fed Mr. Donggong ketchup..."

"Who asked him to feed it? Did I ask him to feed it?" Gong Zihua said sideways, "It deserves it!"

"You have to find out who is feeding you... This is your honor. Do you think anyone is eligible to enjoy Ximen Longting's service?" Jing Jiaren said while looking at Ximen Longting suspiciously... What the hell, He actually serves Gong Zihua?If bitten, don't move.

Ximen Longting went to the bathroom alone to wash his hands with a cold face.

"Miss Jing, have you got through the phone?"

"It doesn't matter if he doesn't answer my phone, we'll send a text message." Jing Jiaren raised the phone camera and told Wilson to get out of the way, "Gong Zihua, make some painful expressions."

Sure enough, not long after the MMS was sent, Donggong Ziche took the initiative to call.

Jing Jiaren pursed her lips and smiled: "He's taken the bait, Gong Zihua, remember not to wear clothes."

"Tch, I got it." Gongzi Hua paused, "Turn on the loudspeaker button, I want to listen. Otherwise, I won't cooperate!"

"It's really troublesome." Jing Jiaren picked up the phone and turned on the loudspeaker button, "Mr. Donggong is so busy with his affairs that he doesn't even care about his own life or death?"

Dong Gongziche's leisurely voice came: "I have so many lovers, if you think this one can threaten me, you don't understand me too much."

"Come on, I know you are trying to be brave, you obviously care about Gong Zihua."

"Miss Jing, why don't you try to see how much I care?"

Sitting there, Gong Zihua's face became dark and pale little by little, and her bright eyes lost their color.

"I'm busy, don't bother me if you have nothing else to do."

"Donggong Ziche! You are not afraid of being in a hurry, I killed him? He is in my hands now, I think you can't do anything."

Dong Gongzi smiled plainly: "If someone dies, I will send someone over to collect the body."

Gong Zihua's heart seemed to have been dug out in an instant, and a bleak sneer was drawn from the corner of his mouth.

"Since Mr. Donggong doesn't care so much, I'll kill him...you won't feel sorry for him at all." Jing Jiaren said loudly, "I won't show mercy."