453. Chapter 453 Send someone to pick up Miss Jing
She wants to go back to the proud and confident Jing Jiaren, instead of becoming more and more accustomed to being a puppet like she is now.
"Miss Jing, it's getting late, shall we go?" the bodyguard urged.
Jing Jiaren smiled vaguely: "Why are you so anxious? This manor is so beautiful, I just want to take a stroll."
"this……"
Jing Jiaren saw a huge fountain pool in the courtyard next to her.
The seraphim spreads its wings and flies with a goshawk on its arm.
Jing Jiaren was sitting by the pool, the moon was reflected in the water of the mirror, and her face was also reflected...
This fountain pool is extremely large and looks deep enough, like a small lake.
If you fall into the water in this weather, you will definitely have a miscarriage! She just thought about it and frowned...
She promised to keep the baby, but no matter what, she couldn't compromise so easily!
The baby is her only hope of living now. She must keep her promise and give her child a bright future.
If even the baby is lost...
She will die!
Jing Jiaren suddenly smiled strangely. She didn't expect that the child she wanted to abort would now become her only spiritual support to survive.
The bodyguard looked at her with surprise and fear.
Jing Jiaren’s smile is so weird!
"Miss Jing, please don't mess around..."
Did even her bodyguards notice that she wanted to commit suicide at that moment?
Jing Jiaren raised her head, but her eyes became determined at this moment: "Don't worry, I won't mess around while the baby is here."
"..."
Baby, mommy only has you now, and men really can’t be trusted. You must be safe and sound, otherwise... I will go with you.
manor.
Wilson poured the steaming black tea and saw the owner standing on the window sill.
From the moment he came back to now, he has been standing on the windowsill, staring thoughtfully into the distance.
Of course Wilson knew what he was looking at. From the direction of the window sill, he could see the path that Jing Jiaren would take when she came back. From time to time, he looked at the watch on his hand as if casually...
Of course Wilson knew that no matter how cold and ruthless Ximen Longting pretended to be, he simply could not let go of Jing Jiaren.
Thirty minutes passed, and Ximen Longting's expression was obviously a little anxious.
Another twenty minutes passed, and Wilson coughed in a low voice: "Master, why don't I send someone to pick up Miss Jing now?"
Ximen Longting looked over with terrifying eyes: "Telephone."
"I left my phone on the plane," Wilson whispered. "All the numbers are on that phone."
The bodyguards around Ximen Longting often change one after another, and the person in charge of contact is naturally Wilson.
Twenty minutes later, the silver palace lamp was shining in the dark night, and there was no sign of Jing Jiaren and others coming back.
Wilson cautiously asked, "Could it be that Miss Jing had an accident on the road?"
Ximen Longting's heart tightened, and the suffocating pain suddenly appeared again.
It was as if Jing Jiaren, no matter how far away she was, if she wanted to, she would gently grasp the palm of her hand and find his heart, ravaging him and torturing him at will.
Ximen Longting couldn't hold on anymore, and finally saw a figure appearing at the corner of the road.
Jing Jiaren was escorted by a bunch of bodyguards. She was relatively petite and slender, and she could be seen from a distance.
All the worries in Ximen Longting's eyes receded, and he turned coldly and entered the room.
Wilson sighed, unable to understand the young master's thinking pattern.