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

She believed that Jing Jiaren would treat Bill well.

Writing a farewell letter to Jing Jiaren with tears in her eyes, Wen Xinnuan quietly pushed away from the children's room, Bill was dreaming sweetly.

Wen Xinnuan gently tucked the quilt up for him, kissed him on the forehead, and couldn't help but a tear fell on Bill's tender face.

Bill opened his eyes in a daze: "Ma Ma..."

"Keep sleeping and leave mom alone. I'm sorry for waking you up."

"Ma Ma..." Bill seemed to be raving, rolled over and continued to fall asleep.

Wen Xinnuan covered her lips, baby, mom will always love you the most!

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In the spacious fencing room, two agile figures were fighting rapidly.

There was the sound of soft swords colliding, and the sound of shoes rubbing against the ground on the wooden floor...

Leng Lintian was dressed in a white fencing uniform, with a heroic posture, and another flexible attack, and a red mark was placed on the opponent's heart.

"You regressed."

"It's the young master's swordsmanship that has improved a lot."

Leng Lintian lazily took off his fencing mask, revealing a wickedly handsome face.

Originally, he was only interested in fencing, and after several years of learning it for fun, now even the black master who taught him fencing is no longer his opponent.

Boringly tossing the sword away, Master Hei immediately took it in his hand carefully.

Leng Lintian walked to the chair and was about to take a drink and rest.

A bodyguard hurried in and handed Leng Lintian a leather bag.

"Eldest Young Master, this was handed over to you by Master Ximen."

He lazily opened the pocket and took out the contents.

It is a piece of information about Luanfeng Ointment, and of course there are a bunch of snapshots of the auction site.

Listening to the reports from his subordinates, Leng Lintian flipped through the photos one by one. Although Ximen Longting and Jing Jiaren appeared wearing masks, even if they turned into ashes, Leng Lintian would recognize them at a glance.

hands, and immediately squeezed the photo materials into a ball.

This is Ximen Longting's challenge to him——

His wife not only ran away with someone, but also took Luanfeng ointment, which meant something self-evident.

A bleak light flashed in Leng Lintian's eyes, and Ximen's blow had to be ruthless.

It was as if a hand in disguise had slapped him hard.

Ximen Longting also looked at the photo with satisfaction...

Of course, he won't let the journalists who took the photos spill the photos.As soon as he and Jing Jiaren left, Wilson sent people to loot all the reporters' photographic materials...

Only two copies were washed out before being destroyed.

One was given to Leng Lintian, and one was kept for himself.

She finally belonged to him completely...

Ximen Longting looked at the sleeping woman next to him. He got up too early today, and he kissed him hard for half an hour after leaving the auction house.

He looked at her sleepy face, smiled slightly, turned her head over and leaned on his shoulder.

Outside the window, the gloomy weather began to snow again.

The flying snow seems to be manipulated by a hand to spin downward.

Wen Xinnuan leaned against the wall, squatting coldly under the bell tower.

She had been waiting for more than three hours, her whole body was numb from the cold, her little face was pale, and now it started to snow.

This clock tower stands in the center of the square, and there is no place to hide around.

Taking out her phone, she looked at the blinking battery...

Why hasn't he come yet? Is he playing tricks on her?