Jing Jiaren handed the tray to the servant beside her, pressed her finger on the fingerprint device, clicked, and the door opened.

Simon Longting wore a striped shirt with a V-shaped open collar, revealing his sexy chest, and sat lazily on the bed.

In his hands, a silver pistol was held!

The resolute and cold face tied his eyes with a tie.

"It's a shame that that shot missed." He pursed his lips coldly.

Wilson was shot in the left arm, and blood soaked the cuffs of his suit.

"Simon Longting, what are you doing!" Jing Jiaren shouted angrily, "How can you do this. ”

Ximen Longting pouted his chin indifferently: "If you do something wrong, you have to accept punishment, this is my rule." ”

Again, the guns were pointed at Wilson.

He covered his arm with one hand and did not move.

Jing Jiaren strode up to Wilson in a few strides: "Don't you know how to dodge, he's crazy, and you're crazy with him?" ”

Wilson sighed, "Miss Jing, get out of the way." ”

"Let him shoot." Jing Jiaren said coldly, "If you have a kind, you will shoot and kill me." I tricked Wilson into going to the hospital. ”

“……”

"Simon Longting, you are a coward, you don't even have the courage to live, you cowardly selfish ghost."

Ximen Longting took off his tie coldly and faced Jing Jiaren's crotch: "Do you think that if you block it, I won't be able to hit him?" ”

Jing Jiaren is different from Wilson, she is so slender, of course she can't completely block Wilson.

"If you don't go, I'll fill him with bullet holes." Simon Longting said brutally, "First the legs, then the hands, the chest, and the head ......."

Jing Jiaren looked at Ximen Longting blankly, is this really him?

"I'll count three and shoot a shot." He leisurely pursed his lips and began to count.

Jing Jiaren's lips bit tightly: "Okay, I'll go." ”

“……”

"Before you go, as long as you do one thing, I'll go." Jing Jiaren walked to the coffee table, picked up the teacup, poured a cup of tea, picked up an empty cup, and walked to Ximen Longting.

They are extremely close.

Jing Jiaren handed him the water cup.

Ximen Longting lowered his eyebrows coldly and took the cup.

Jing Jiaren took out the utility knife from her body, which she had always carried with her.

"Miss Jing!"

"At the beginning, you asked me to choose to drink water, or blood—" Jing Jiaren smiled brightly, "I chose to drink your blood." ”

“……”

"Now, I'll give you the same chance."

Simon Longting's eyes were stunned.

"If you choose blood, I will go, but there is one thing that must be remembered, Mr. Simon, that from now on I am dead or alive, and it has nothing to do with you. Of course, I won't interfere with you......"

“……”

"If you choose water, I'll stay and accompany you to the treatment. Regardless of whether the operation succeeds or fails, I will accompany you......" Jing Jiaren tried to show a smile, "until Zuihou moments." ”

Give him back, everything she owes him, she wants to pay him back!

Placing the teacup on the ground, she crouched down, the sharp blade of the utility knife resting on her wrist.

The sleeves were pulled up, revealing a deep, shallow masochistic wound on her arm.

Just when the knife was about to be forced, Simon Longting kicked the knife in her hand with an unmistakable kick.

"Jing Jiaren!" Simon Longting's eyes were red, "You only know my condition, do you know-"

The sound creaked.

"You know what, you're done!"

weishenme he wants to refuse her like this!?