Jing Jiaren stared at him coldly: "Put your life in my hands, do you dare?" ”

Simon Longting narrowed, his red eyes surging with a huge swirl.

"What are you staring at me for? If you don't dare, forget it! Jing Jiaren turned around and left.

In fact, I hoped that he would stop her, and condone her request as usual, and give her a pistol.

But disappointed, she walked a long way and was followed only by the bodyguards who were guarding her.

Jing Jiaren's heart was empty, and Jihua failed.

The purpose of her coming to the shooting range was to get a gun from him as a weapon of self-defense when escaping.

She was supposed to wait for Jihua to teach her to shoot, and then tempt him to compete with her, and let him reward her as long as she could hit the red bull's-eye......

Of course, the reward will be to ask for a pistol.

Although things didn't go according to Hara Jihua, Zuihou still achieved the purpose of the request.

How could a person who had long expected Ximen Longting to act so cautiously be willing to give her a pistol?

She's just here to gamble!

On the other hand, Jing Jiaren felt a huge loss of Ximen Longting's distrust.

Just now she thought it was a real gun, but she didn't attack him. In this case, he still doesn't believe her?!

Ha, she really has "Stockholm syndrome" getting worse. So even if she dies this time, she must escape, and if she stays again, she may be taken by the devil's wok, and she will be willing to be his captive.

Jing Jiaren returned to her room and closed the bedroom door.

Simon Longting's plane early tomorrow morning, she will leave immediately after he leaves.

I couldn't get a pistol, so I had to find a sharp weapon that I could carry with me.

Jing Jiaren rummaged through the boxes and cabinets and pulled the drawers, and finally found a retro dagger. The dagger set is carved with a red phoenix, and the phoenix has a fireball in its mouth, and the fireball is a blood-colored ruby.

I think this dagger is a craft of commemorative value.

Jing Jiaren opened the cover, the cold light flashed, and the knife edge was sharp......

Her countenance was clearly reflected on the dagger.

Jing Jiaren dragged out a small bag from under the bed, which was full of gold, silver and jewelry needed to prepare for escape, and put the dagger in it.

As soon as I put the bag back under the bed, there was a sound of the door lock twisting.

Luckily, she locked the door when she came in!

Simon knocked on the door, but she didn't, so she asked the maid to take the key to the door.

Ximen Longting walked in, Jing Jiaren was lying on his side with his back to the direction of the door, he closed the door, walked in front of Jing Jiaren, and began to take off his sweat-soaked clothes and pants.

The man's athletic figure makes people's blood gush, and his legs are slender and powerful......

She turned, her back to her.

The big bed moved suddenly, Ximen Longting went to bed, and the smell of sweat was full of wild attack~.

Jing Jiaren only felt a shadow falling, and Ximen Longting's face appeared from above, with his arms propped up on both sides of her head, so that no matter whether she slept on the left side or on the right side, she couldn't escape him.

Jing Jiaren frowned coldly, turned over, and fell asleep.

Simon Longting: "......"

He forcibly lifted her shoulders: "Isn't it boring to sleep like this?" Not afraid of hypoxia? ”

Jing Jiaren twisted his hand away violently and said coldly: "Am I short of oxygen, what are you doing?" Are you over-controlling? You take care of how much I eat, where I go, and what time I go to bed. You're so bored with your ramblings! ”

Ximen Longting's eyes darkened: "I didn't say I wouldn't give you a pistol." ”