Sure enough, she couldn't stand it anymore and pressed her hand against his chest.

"Don't touch me..."

"Yes." His voice was still full of jokes and mockery, "Then you answer my questions, and you can be on call, and then?"

At this moment, this man who was two years younger than her was like a demon, even his frown and smile was evil.

Han Yurou shrank her shoulders in fear. This feeling of being unable to get angry, unable to cry, and unable to ejaculate...is very bad.

She was afraid to see his face, especially his smiling face.

"Don't say it?" His hand used force, "Be good, tell me, Rourou."

"Rong Jincheng, please let me go?"

Let it go... Rong Jincheng's eyes were filled with sinister traces.

"Let you go, then what?" Rong Jincheng smiled.

"Rong Jincheng, I'm obviously a victim, why did you treat me like this? Isn't it enough for me to lose?" Han Yurou suddenly cried out, her voice choked, and she was hysterical!

Hearing the three words "victim", Rong Jincheng narrowed his eyes, and there was a coldness that was not easy to detect.

Victim, a victim.

"Whoever makes me like you so much is trying to pursue you." Rong Jincheng's mouth still kept a smile, "Oh, why do I like you so much?"

"You can't treat me like this..."

"Then what should I do to you? OK, let's go to bed?"

Han Yurou gritted her teeth, and she could no longer say a word. There was bitterness spreading in her throat, little by little, like bitter coffee, penetrated into her limbs and bones.

For the first time in more than 20 years, she tasted the sourness and pain.

What scared her was that the pain seemed to be endless.

A tear slid from her eyes, impartially, and fell on Rong Jincheng's arm.

Her tears were cold.

Just like her heart, there is no temperature.

But when he fell to Rong Jincheng, it was like touching boiling water. He instantly retracted his hand and looked at her coldly.

"If you don't want to do it, then get out of here. I said, I will let you go when I get tired of playing. I didn't expect you to be so ignorant. Okay, ignorant, right? Wait." Rong Jincheng gritted his teeth.

"Don't attack my dad." Han Yurou looked at him nervously.

"Now I'm talking to me about the conditions? I'm not interested in listening."

As he said that, Rong Jincheng threw her on the sofa, tidied up her clothes, stood up, and looked ugly.

Almost for a moment, he walked towards the garage.

It was still raining outside, the sky was gloomy and dark.

Rong Jincheng went to the garage to take out a Lamborghini sports car. With a "scream", the car quickly disappeared into the rain.

The huge brocade garden is buried in the mist and rain, quiet and quiet.

Han Yurou was dressed in disheveled clothes, like a broken doll, slumped on the bed, her eyes scattered and unconscious.

I don’t know where my eyes fell, and my eyes were blank and illuminated.

My heart is broken into pieces and can never be pieced together again.

It was clearly a living room with a lot of heat, but now her heart was like falling in an ice cellar, which hurts, is cold, and is confused.

The endless sound of rain hit the window and her heart.

Who is she, what she wants to do, what she should do... Han Yurou suddenly knew nothing.

It seemed like there was nothing left.

Rong Jincheng has ruined everything about her, and her life has no future and light.

Han Yurou's fingers were trembling. She touched the phone on the ground and leaned over to pick it up.
Chapter completed!