1515. Chapter 1515 The Face of the British Royal Princess
"Can I not have plastic surgery to look beautiful?" Jing Jiaren suddenly said something shocking.
Several plastic surgeons looked at each other: "Why?"
"I just want an ordinary face..."
So ordinary that it doesn't dazzle, and I spend the rest of my life quietly and ordinary.
"Miss, everyone has always wanted to be more beautiful, so plastic surgery is also for the better. You asked us to do ordinary plastic surgery, which is really a bit tricky."
"Since you are high-end plastic surgeons, it shouldn't be a problem for you, right?"
"But your original facial features are very good, unless the plastic surgery fails."
"Plastic surgery failed?" Jing Jiaren asked, "How did it fail?"
"For example, the nose is crooked, the teeth are straightened, one eye is bigger and the other is smaller..."
Isn't this destroying people?
This is not ordinary, it is deformed. How will she meet people in the future?
Jing Jiaren finally chose a deep "British Royal Princess Face", which was the name given by the plastic surgeon.
Because she remembered Ximen Longting said that he liked Chinese women, so she came here to choose a surrogate child.
Moreover, having a foreign face is a good way to hide your eyes.
She didn't know why Mr. Ximen went to all the trouble not to kill her but to have plastic surgery on her entire voice box.
He was not always murderous, he had actually killed her ruthlessly.
If Leng Aofeng hadn't blocked the gun, she would have died in a pool of blood...
And now he is doing so much just to separate her from Ximen Longting and save her life?
No matter what Mr. Ximen thinks, Jing Jiaren understands that as long as Mr. Ximen lives, she cannot be with Ximen Longting.
Otherwise, her end next time will not be plastic surgery, but death!
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This must be a dream.
Jing Jiaren dreamed that she was lying on the operating table, and four bright operating lights stung her eyes.
The needle shot out the medicine, and she was surrounded by doctors wearing masks.
Then, the needle pierced her skin.
As the anesthetic entered her blood vessels, her whole body became hazy and fell into unconscious chaos.
pain……
There was a huge pain that stimulated her nerves. The pain was so painful that she wanted to wake up, but her body could not move.
She dreamed of Ximen Longting standing in an empty auditorium, wearing a crisp suit, as if waiting for someone.
The white silk curtains were blown up by the wind...
Like a bride's veil.
Even though no one is playing, the black and white piano keys play music on their own.
【Ximen Longting.】
Jing Jiaren called him, and he turned around, with the same air as before on his handsome face.
He raised his lips and smiled evilly at her, and a woman in a wedding dress walked towards him.
The skirt of the wedding dress is made of white camellia petals, and the petals are trailing in layers...
The woman smiled slightly, with an elegant neck and a noble temperament as proud as a white swan, and took Ximen Longting's arm.
Jing Jiaren frowned, that woman is "Jing Jiaren", then who is she? Who is she——?!
[Ximen Longting, it’s me.] She shouted, but the voice was not her own.
[Ximen Longting, I am Jing Jiaren...have you forgotten me?]
【You said that even if I turn into ashes, you will still remember me!】
She screamed at the top of her voice, but she saw Ximen Longting exchanging rings, holding the woman in his arms, and kissing her domineeringly.
In his eyes, there is only "Jing Jiaren" and nothing else...
[Ximen Longting, I feel so much pain...]
pain.
The anesthetic gradually came to life, and Jing Jiaren woke up from the severe pain.