Ximen Longting ignored her thoughts, held her in his arms forcefully, and walked out of the store.

Jing Jiaren struggled: "Let go, there's nothing wrong with my feet."

"Don't move around to make more blood flow."

Jing Jiaren: "..."

In fact, in addition to worrying about her bleeding more, the reason is that her nightgown is too tempting and looming.

Of course he didn't want anyone to see it except him -

Wilson followed closely: These enemies... they were arguing about a world war just now, and now they are stuck together again.

All the shop assistants watched them leave with envious expressions of affection.

"The man is handsome and the woman is good-looking, very eye-catching. She is a perfect match."

"And they all have the same bad temper..."

"Why do I think they are so clever? They frightened people so late at night for nothing."

"Are you jealous? Hahahaha."

…

Ximen Longting's appearance is eye-catching enough. There are so many bodyguards behind him that make him stand out. In addition, he is holding Jing Jiaren and only wearing a scarf on his bare upper body. All these things are impossible to ignore.

Jing Jiaren feels so embarrassed!

Burying her head in his arms, she was afraid of not only reporting it to the police, but also afraid of meeting Shang Yanxuan or her sister.

She felt embarrassed and didn't want to think about it. Ximen Longting wrapped herself in a bath towel and went out...

At this time, two passers-by who were not afraid of death saw this scene in the distance and took out their mobile phones to capture this classic scene.

Since Weibo became popular, many people like to take photos of interesting experiences on the road and then upload them immediately to share with everyone.

A bodyguard alertly reminded: "Master, someone is taking pictures over there."

Ximen Longting curled his lips coldly and glanced at Wilson.

"I know how to do it."

Wilson brought two bodyguards over.

Jing Jiaren quietly raised her head and saw that the two pedestrians had their mobile phones taken away, threw them to the ground, and crushed them under their feet.

"Why do you smash our mobile phones? I'm going to sue you!"

"Sir," Wilson patiently explained in Chinese, "you are infringing on our young master's image rights."

"...I was taking pictures of the building behind him, and the focus is not on you, but you came over to steal my shot." The pedestrian retorted, grabbing Wilson's clothes, "Don't leave, I want to call 110."

"

"If you know your mistakes and don't correct them, you are not a good boy." Wilson clapped his hands.

Two burly bodyguards clenched their fists and went up, and immediately beat the two pedestrians one-on-one until they lay flat on the ground.

At that time, Jing Jiaren was already being carried into the hotel.

Lying on Ximen Longting's shoulder, he saw from a distance that the two people were beaten to pieces, with teeth dripping from their buttocks: "You are too violent."

"I don't like being photographed." came a cold voice.

“Do you not like exposure, or do you just don’t like taking pictures?”

"I don't like it either."

Jing Jiaren wondered why she was still so embarrassed when she took pictures of him on the yacht, and threatened him to post the photos on the Internet...

Why has he remained indifferent?

After Wilson finished calling the person, he elegantly handed over a business card: "When you call the police, call me at this number."

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Finally returning to the hotel room, Jing Jiaren was placed on the big bed.

Ximen Longting opened the cabinet and took out another nightgown...
Chapter completed!