His hand grabbed her wrist fiercely, and the next second, an even harder slap hit her face.
Jing Jiaren's head was firmly placed on the sofa seat. Fortunately, the backrest was soft.
Otherwise, the force of this palm would not knock her out, but her head would be broken...
Jing Jiaren was stunned for dozens of seconds, her cheeks felt burning pain and swollen almost immediately.
"You're not Ximen Longting? Who are you?" Jing Jiaren squinted her eyes, Ximen Longting would never hit her like this.
No matter how sad he is, no matter how much he hates her - he still remembers that she is a pregnant woman.
And obviously, this is not a vain fantasy, otherwise who slapped him?
Ximen Longting pinched her chin: "Why, you have even forgotten who your husband is? I am not Ximen Longting, who is?"
Jing Jiaren's mind was confused——
Who will tell her what is true and what is false?
The clothes were opened a few more times, and his hands reached into her clothes.
Jing Jiaren suddenly saw the ring on his ring finger——
The light of the diamond stung her eyes severely.
She bit her lower lip. Ximen Longting had already taken off her ring. So, now that Ximen Longting is wearing a ring, is it fake?
Because she expected Ximen Longting not to take off his ring, she naturally hoped that Ximen Longting would also wear a ring.
Jing Jia's heart was racing and she suddenly reached out to push him: "Go away, who are you? Get out of my way!"
She must wake up from the hallucination immediately and cannot allow herself to indulge in it any longer.
At this moment, there was a knock on the door, and a bodyguard came in with a mobile phone: "Master, your phone number."
The figure lying on her body shouted impatiently: "Didn't you see that I was busy?"
"It's very important...it's a call from over there."
The man carefully rubbed the blood on Jing Jiaren's lips: "Wait, I will pamper you soon."
He stood up with a wild laugh and turned around to answer the phone.
The bodyguard handed the cell phone to the owner, closed the door and went out.
Jing Jiaren looked at the figure standing by the door answering the phone with his back to her——
She grabbed the red wine bottle beside her and quietly walked towards him.
There was sweat in her palms, her cheeks were still swollen and painful, and there was an uncomfortable feeling in her stomach where he had pressed her.
Covering her clothes with one hand, holding the wine glass tightly with one hand, she walked behind him!
He was about to knock the wine glass over when he wasn't prepared. The figure with his back turned seemed to have eyes behind him. He slightly turned his body and got out of the way very quickly.
"Woman, are you looking for death?!"
Jing Jiaren dropped the wine glass and smashed it against the wall...
The shards of glass rebounded, scraping down the back of her white hands and arms, and blood flowed down instantly.
She felt no pain at all.
The man's arm was also scratched by the flying glass, and blood flowed from the cut.
He raised his eyebrows coldly and looked sullenly in his eyes: "Do you want to die?"
Jing Jiaren took two steps back and heard his angry and sad voice yelling: "Jing Jiaren, how many tattoos do you need to stab me before you are satisfied?"
He approached her and pointed at his chest, "Here."
She punched a hole in it with a gun.
"here!"
She stabbed him in the chest with a dagger more than half a month ago.
Finally, pointing to his heart: "If you have the ability, come here this time."
Jing Jiaren shook her head and backed away, constantly telling herself - Jing Jiaren, these are all fake, and all the lines are your own fantasy.