Jing Jiaren quickly sorted out everything that happened to her.
"Put down the bottle." The man was impatient and reached out to grab it again.
Jing Jiaren stepped back, fell down, and sat on the coffee table.
The force of inertia pushed the bottle further into the chest...
Jing Jiaren was in great pain. She held a mouthful of blood in her mouth and slowly overflowed from the corner of her mouth.
The man frowned slightly and looked down at her coldly.
"You want to touch me...unless it's my body..." Jing Jiaren's lips moved, and more blood flowed out.
At this time, there was another knock on the door, and the bodyguard held the cell phone and said carefully: "Young master, it's Mr. DATS calling."
The man raised his eyebrows slightly and glanced at Jing Jiaren with a disappointed expression.
He took the phone and said a few words, "I'll be there right away."
Throwing the phone to his men, he glanced at Jing Jiaren and said, "Do you need me to call for help?"
"Get out of here..."
"Very good, then you can wait here to die slowly."
The man glanced at her sarcastically, turned around and left.
The door quickly closed, Jing Jiaren was in severe pain!
Obviously this frivolousness was caused by her own knocking on the door, no one else is to blame.
Jing Jiaren, Jing Jiaren...
She stumbled up, holding the wine bottle with one hand. She couldn't pull it out casually before the doctor came, otherwise it would cause heavy bleeding and she would die.
She climbed onto the sofa and found her satchel...
He wiped his bloody hand across the bag and found his cell phone inside.
There have been N missed calls, all from Jian Chenche.
She trembled with her fingers and saw another incoming call vibrating. She pressed the answer button...
"Where is it? I am..." Jing Jiaren took a deep breath, "A tavern..."
The specific street? She didn't know. She was not familiar with Britain at all.
Jing Jiaren saw the tissue box next to her, climbed over with difficulty, picked up the tissue box and looked at it.
Deepwater.
"Deep Ice Tavern..."
Jian Chenche's voice was low: "Okay, stay there, I will send someone to rescue you right away."
Is it too late to save her...
Jing Jiaren saw that the clothes on her chest were stained red with more and more blood stains.
The other end of the phone suddenly changed its owner, and a low-alcohol male voice came: "The Deep Ice Tavern on Parkway Street? (All the backgrounds of this novel are fictitious)"
Jing Jiaren smiled bitterly, why did her hypochondria become so frequent? It shouldn't be.
She has just woken up, so it stands to reason that she won't get sick so quickly...
"Jing Jiaren, speak!"
But Ximen Longting's voice is so clear.
"I don't know..." Jing Jiaren tried to remember, "there is a large Swiss bank opposite the pub..."
"wait for me."
"Jian Chenche...I hear your voices now, they are all Ximen Longting's..." Jing Jiaren smiled bitterly, her willpower was weakening, she had to speak, and kept talking, "I feel like I'm very delirious.
It’s serious…”
There was suddenly silence on the other end.
"I just saw a figure who looked very much like him outside the fashion show... I also thought that maybe it was just my imagination... but I couldn't control myself... I followed him..."
"Are you injured?" he interrupted stiffly.
"I followed him...to this tavern..." Jing Jiaren's voice became weaker and weaker, "I want to apologize to him."
"..."
"Jian Chenche... if you meet him... say sorry to me... I didn't recognize him..."