Jing Jiaren handed the tray to the servant beside her, pressed her finger on the fingerprint reader, clicked, and the door opened.
Ximen Longting wore a V-shaped striped shirt with a wide open collar, exposing his sexy chest, and sat lazily on the bed.
In his hand, he held a silver pistol!
His resolute and cold face had his eyes tied with a tie.
"What a pity, that shot missed." He curled his lips coldly.
Wilson was shot in the left arm, and the cuffs of his suit were soaked with blood.
"Ximen Longting, what are you doing!" Jing Jiaren shouted angrily, "How could you do this?"
Ximen Longting pursed his chin indifferently: "If you do something wrong, you must be punished. This is my rule."
The gun was pointed at Wilson again.
He covered his arm with one hand and remained motionless.
Jing Jiaren strode up to Wilson: "Don't you know how to dodge? He is crazy. Are you going crazy with him?"
Wilson sighed: "Miss Jing, get out of the way."
"Let him shoot." Jing Jiaren said coldly, "If you dare, shoot and kill me. I tricked Wilson into going to the hospital."
"..."
"Ximen Longting, you are a coward. You don't even have the courage to live. You are a cowardly and selfish person."
Ximen Longting coldly took off his tie and pointed at Jing Jiaren's crotch: "Do you think I can't hit him if you block him?"
Jing Jiaren's body shape is different from Wilson's. She is so slender, so of course she cannot completely block Wilson's body.
"If you don't leave, I will leave bullet holes all over his body." Ximen Longting said cruelly, "First his legs, then his hands, chest, head..."
Jing Jiaren looked at Ximen Longting blankly, was this really him?
"I'll count to three and fire a shot." He raised his lips leisurely and began to count.
Jing Jiaren bit her lips tightly: "Okay, I'm leaving."
"..."
"Before leaving, as long as you do one thing, I will leave." Jing Jiaren walked to the coffee table, picked up the teacup, poured a cup of tea, then picked up an empty cup and walked to Ximen Longting.
They are extremely close.
Jing Jiaren handed him the water glass.
Ximen Longting raised his eyebrows coldly and took the cup.
Jing Jiaren took out the utility knife from her body, which she always carried with her.
"Miss Jing!"
"Back then, you asked me to choose between drinking water or blood -" Jing Jiaren said with a smile, "I chose to drink your blood."
"..."
"Now, I will give you the same opportunity."
Ximen Longting's eyes were dazed.
"If you choose blood, I will leave, but Mr. Ximen must remember one thing clearly. From now on, whether I am dead or alive, I will have nothing to do with you. Of course, I will not interfere with you..."
"..."
"If you choose water, I will stay and accompany you for treatment. No matter whether the operation succeeds or fails, I will stay with you..." Jing Jiaren tried her best to smile, "until the last moment."
Give him back, she wants to pay him back everything she owes him!
Putting the teacup on the ground, she knelt down and placed the sharp blade of the utility knife on her wrist.
The sleeves were pulled up, revealing the deep and shallow masochistic wounds on her arms.
Just when the knife was about to be used, Ximen Longting kicked the knife out of her hand with a precise kick.
"Jing Jiaren!" Ximen Longting's eyes were piercing red, "You only know about my illness, do you know -"