Jing Jiaren's face was so painful from being slapped that Ximen Longting picked up another stack.
When he was thrown towards me, she avoided it this time.
Ximen Longting's sarcastic voice came: "If you want this money, just live with it."
"..."
"Based on your qualifications, you are not worth 2.5 million."
Jing Jiaren squeezed her fist and stared at him: "Do you think it's funny to humiliate me like this?"
Ximen Longting raised his lips and smiled evilly: "Do you really think money is so easy to make?"
Jing Jiaren bit her lower lip lightly.
"What, you're not convinced?" He pinched her chin, "Has your self-esteem been trampled on?!"
"..."
"Does a prostitute have any self-respect?"
Jing Jiaren's heart was churning, her self-esteem had indeed been severely trampled under her feet.
But isn’t this what Ximen Longting likes? If she resists him, it will arouse his desire to conquer!
Jing Jiaren suppressed her annoyance and forced out a smile: "You are right, throw money at me...who wouldn't be happy?"
Snap——
As soon as she finished speaking, Jing Jiaren was slapped in the face by Qian again.
Her face was numb and painful, and before she reached out to rub it——
Snap!
Snap!
Another two consecutive slaps were slapped on her face, money flew everywhere, and Jing Jiaren's face turned red.
A faint red mark was scratched on the cheek, because the edge of the money was too sharp...
Jing Jiaren stood upright, not moving or avoiding, as if she owed these slaps to him!
Today is his birthday, he will feel comfortable if she says this, she makes him happy!
Ximen Longting stared coldly at the way she was enduring, and suddenly felt that it was boring. She was waiting for him to throw money without any resistance. What was the difference between her and a wooden person?
Ximen Longting didn't know why anger rose in his heart!
The long legs kicked hard and the whole box flew out and hit the shelf.
The Western antiques placed on the shelves shook and fell, and several pieces were broken.
And the stacks of stacked money flew everywhere in the process.
"This is the life of rich people," Jing Jiaren curled her lips, "Money is thrown around casually, don't you think it's a pity?"
Ximen Longting sat down on the sofa coldly, crossing his long legs.
"You think it's a pity, but I don't mind if you pick it up!"
"..."
"Kneel down and pick them up one by one."
He is so excessive!
Jing Jiaren's figure trembled, her hands clenched into fists, and she stared at Ximen Longting in disbelief. Is he addicted to humiliating her?
Ximen Longting took out a cigarette and lit it: "If you miss a cigarette and don't pick it up, the money doesn't belong to you."
"..."
"You don't want money, I'll give you this opportunity!"
Jing Jiaren's chest rose and fell vigorously, and the sharp nails hurt her tender palms.
I didn't expect Ximen Longting to go so far.
But then I thought about it, she was just a strange woman... He had done even worse things to [Jing Jiaren] before.
She should have turned around and left proudly!
Jing Jiaren asked slowly, "Is this a game for you rich people? Do you usually like to play like this?"
Ximen Longting blew out a puff of smoke, his handsome face curling up behind the smoke.
"Let me ask you - do you like this game? Are you happy that I am trampled by you like this?"
"Happy." He responded coldly.
Okay, Ximen Longting...as long as you are happy with this...
Has she forgotten that Ximen Longting has always enjoyed trampling on the dignity of others!