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

For more than an hour, Ximen Longting stood there, accompanying Jing Jiaren.

Every small move by Jing Jiaren will make him vigilant.

Jing Jiaren stretched, twisted her neck, dangled her legs in the air from time to time, or reached out to pick a rose flower and put it in front of her nose to smell.

She hooked her lips and smiled sideways at him, the more annoyed Ximen Longting was, the more amusing she found it.

Wilson and a group of servants were guarding with Ximen Longting, and the servant under the window sill looked at her with his neck stretched out...

Originally, there was a servant carrying a long ladder who wanted to come to rescue people, but as soon as Jing Jiaren saw someone approaching, she would immediately hold back her smile and tell everyone to get out of here and not to approach.

During the extremely difficult time, every second was the cruelest torture for Ximen Longting.

He had never hated Donggong Ziche so much. If he took off the crown and Donggong Ziche fell into his hands again, he would definitely die a tragic death!

"Mr. Ximen, I just heard that His Highness has entered the underground kingdom, so I won't play with you anymore and return her to you."

Jing Jiaren knocked her eyes, closed her eyes suddenly, and swayed back without support.

Ximen Longting took a few strides forward and reached out to grab it.

Jing Jiaren opened her beautiful eyes, and when she saw Ximen Longting, there was a touch of joy in her eyes: "Ximen Longting..."

After the words fell, her body fell backwards and fell weightlessly from the window sill.

The whole process was too fast, no one could react, Ximen Longting's mind went blank, and he stood in front of the window as if he had been stunned, until there were screams one after another in his ears: "Young Mistress!" "Oh my God!" "She fell!" down..."

Ximen Longting held down the window sill with one hand, and stepped on it with one foot.

Jing Jiaren fell on the backward facing inflatable cushion, her body bouncing limply, her chest ached, and her brain was so shocked that she couldn't recover.

The servants screamed around the inflatable cushion, and just about to rush over to check the situation, another figure fell down.

Jing Jiaren only felt a huge impact, and her body rolled down a few meters.

Next to my ears were the overwhelming screams of the servants.

It's just that this time the title was changed to "Master"...

Jing Jiaren squinted her eyes, her whole body was stiff, and Ximen Longting also came down?

The next second, her body was lifted up by a pair of big hands, and Ximen Longting dragged her body to let her lean into his arms: "Did you fall? Where does it hurt?"

Jing Jiaren shook her head and raised her face.

Ximen Longting's red eyes were locked tightly, his face was frozen and painful, and his eyes were full of worry.

Jing Jiaren put her arms around his neck: "I don't feel pain anywhere, I'm fine."

Ximen Longting slowly groped along her body with one hand, checking if she was injured somewhere, and suddenly turned his head to stare at the hot servant: "Why are you still arguing, call a doctor!!!"

Ximen Longting's big hand touched her knee, and gently shook it: "Is there a broken bone?"

"With such a thick inflatable cushion, it's fine for you to fall off, and I'm fine too." Jing Jiaren stretched her legs, "I'm really fine."

"Don't move!" Ximen Longting roared, "You are not allowed to move without my order!"

"..."

"Did you know that someone broke his leg, he thought it was all right, he got up and walked a few steps before he realized that his leg was broken?" Ximen Longting's eyes seemed to swallow up the light.

Jing Jiaren was taken aback for a moment, and quickly comforted: "It's not as scary as you said, I'm really fine."

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