Jing Jiaren grabbed the shirt on his chest, sneered and said, "Ximen Longting, you are scared." ”

“……”

"Look at your face now, how nervous you are. She grabbed his bloody clothes tightly, "What are you afraid of, you have even killed people, what do you say you are afraid of?!"

Simon Longting stared at her with deep understanding.

"Heh," she laughed sarcastically, "do you know you're scared if something happens to me?"

"Jing Jiaren!"

"If I have stomach cancer, I refuse to be treated, and I give up a chance to zuihou, how would you feel?"

“biedong！”

"You selfish devil has always been only concerned about yourself. Jing Jiaren beat him frantically, "I don't want you to take care of me, I don't want you to take care of my affairs!"

“……”

"I can't take off the chain, and I don't care if my leg is broken!"

Simon Longting was half-squatting, pressing her constantly dripping feet, otherwise she would have a chance to move too hard and let her beat her.

Jing Jiaren fought for a while, and her fists hurt.

The body is also losing its strength more and more, probably because of the excessive blood flow......

Ximen Longting couldn't wait any longer, so he suddenly hugged her in his arms and walked out of the café.

Ji Zihan stood at the door and watched this scene from afar.

Ximen Longting's nervous expression towards Jing Jiaren, anyone can see how deep his feelings are.

There was no one else in his eyes, and the bottom of his eyes was as red as magma.

The aura emanating from his whole body is terrifying......

In fact, Ji Zihan was also frightened by such a fierce Jing Jiaren.

Who dares to say a word in front of Ximen Longting, but Jing Jiaren is completely provocative and sarcastic today, with thorns in every word. If it were someone else, how could there be a chance to sit here?

Ximen Longting came over with Jing Jiaren in a gust of wind-

Ji Zihan greeted him: "Ximen, is she okay?"

Simon Dragonthunder walked past her in a gust of wind, and his body hit her shoulder, and she fell heavily to the ground.

Simon Longting's footsteps did not stop and left.

Ji Zihan sat on the ground aggrievedly and pressed the twisted foot: "Ximen ......"

A bodyguard helped her up.

Ji Zihan limped out of the store, saw Wilson open the door, and after sending Ximen Longting into the car, he walked in the direction of the café.

Ji Zihan held on to the door, thinking that Wilson was here to care for her.

Wilson, however, walked straight in front of her and entered the café.

Ji Zihan turned his head strangely, only to see Wilson walking to the coffee table and picking up the notebook that had just been torn off by Simon Longting page by page.

The papers flew everywhere, and a lot of them were stained with blood, and Wilson picked them all up himself.

Ji Zihan's whole body shook in disbelief.

Wilson is Simon Longting's personal servant, and naturally understands every thought of his master. He would do this, which naturally showed how important Jing Jiaren's status was in Ximen Longting's mind!

"Lord Wilson," Ji Zihan asked, "Simon has stomach cancer, is it true?"

Wilson was picking up the paper for a moment: "Miss Ji is too careful." ”

"That weishenme ......"

"This is the young master's business, I, a person of the moment, have no right to ask. ”

Ji Zihan clenched his hands tightly and asked in a choked voice: "What do you treat me for? a chess piece, a tool, and hide everything from me." ”

“……”

"Is it wrong that I just like him?"

……

Jing Jiaren was very tired and had pain all over her body.