She and Han Yurou have completely different personalities, and she doesn't even understand what Han Yurou is like.

"But Mr. Pan told me that no matter who wins or loses, we can get a sum of money, ranging from 50,000 to 60,000 or more." Qingqing was particularly happy, "Why do you look unhappy? Why don't you like money? There are not many people who come to play this kind of game that don't like money, right?"

"Can you go out?" Han Yurou ordered to expel the guest, her voice trembling a little.

The heating in the suite was obviously very good, but she seemed to be in the cold wind.

Very cold.

It's cold to the bone.

"I really don't know how reserved you are. Let me tell you, Young Master Pan doesn't like women who are reserved on the bed the most. If you can't serve him well, he will attack the woman." Qingqing snorted contemptuously.

"I don't want to see you again."

"If you don't want to see me, don't want to see me. Do you think you are one year older than me? I admit that I sold it for money. What about you, you are the same. This is the first time I have seen this place, and it's still aloof."

Han Yurou's nerves collapsed and collapsed little by little.

A string in my mind broke with a "bang".

There were whispers around both ears and their heads were also aching.

There was a hand clenching her in her heart, forcing her to breathe.

She admitted that Qingqing was right, but she couldn't believe that she had really become a man's plaything.

His face became paler and paler, without any blood.

"I came here to share my thoughts and experiences with you, but I didn't expect you to be so boring. After seeing this, I hope Mr. Pan won. Then I see that you have sex with Mr. Pan's bed, and it's still so stern." Qingqing said "cut" and turned around and left.

The sound of her high heels quickly disappeared in the corridor, and the smell of perfume on her body disappeared.

However, her words still hit Han Yurou's ears word by word.

Every word and sentence is like a knife.

As soon as Qingqing left, Han Yurou collapsed, and an indescribable feeling spread throughout her body.

I thought Rong Jincheng brought her here just to play, but I didn’t expect... to play this kind of abnormal game.

She is not an open person, and even feels shameful even when she is around Rong Jincheng, let alone being shared with other men by him.

What did he treat her as?

People can do their best?

Han Yurou's body became very cold, and she hugged her arms tightly and squatted down.

The walls were also cold, and Han Yurou leaned against the wall, motionless.

The black hair was scattered on her shoulders, which made her face pale.

She was already thin, and now she looked like an abandoned doll, dilapidated.

If Rong Jincheng wins, that Qingqing is his.

If Rong Jincheng loses, she will be Pan Wenguang's.

Haha... Han Yurou laughed out loud.

Whether it is a loss or a win or a win, men are winners, while women are just toys to change hands.

The lights shone straight down, and Han Yurou's smile was very miserable.

The heart hurts so much that it is like a knife cutting through it, blood dripping.

All around, there is a quiet area.

At this moment, a thought suddenly flashed through Han Yurou's mind: Escape.

As long as she escapes from this hotel and escapes for one night, she will have more time.

She should not be played with by men.
Chapter completed!