Chapter 3

When the cool water touched her skin, she suddenly woke up a lot.

Looking at her young self in the mirror, her skin was white and ruddy, and she was deeply relieved. Now she has not become yellow and rough because of her hard work and family background for Shen Hanjun.

Suddenly, she heard something.

Repressed, and extremely ambiguous, familiar voice.

"Take it easy. There's someone here."

She can't forget the sound until she dies. Her fingers are clenched together, her nails are deeply embedded in the flesh, and the suppressed hatred is like a flood of beasts.

No, it's not the right time.

Two people means cruel, if this time she exposed mind, maybe Su manrou will want to kill.

Ah... These two people can't wait so much. They were in the women's bathroom the night before her marriage

Song Yarong's lips are slightly crooked. She slowly takes out the red from her handbag and wipes it. The woman in the mirror adds a bit of glamour.

When the mobile phone was switched to recording mode, she carefully went to the bathroom next door and did not make any sound. The hum for 30 minutes had been recorded in the mobile phone.

"Stop, if let Yarong see what to do, she is still drinking at the front desk of the bar", Su manrou's voice is a bit nervous and guilty.

Shen Hanjun is compassion and heartache, "wronged you, after the Shen family crisis, I will marry you."

Song Yarong's face stopped, and suddenly remembered that her father had done several projects with the Shen family when she got married, and had given her shares. It turned out that Shen Hanjun married her for this!

Bang, she threw open the door of the bathroom, there was a loud noise, the two people next door obvious figure for a while, scared not light.

Shen Hanjun went out to see that the bathroom was empty.

"Who just now, can't be someone heard what?" Su manrou's face's Crimson hasn't receded, nervous way.

Shen Hanjun patted her hand, "don't worry, as long as it's not song Yarong."

Song Yarong left the bathroom and went directly to the hotel upstairs. Originally, Shen Hanjun had prepared a rest room for her in advance, but she felt disgusted at the thought of what Shen Hanjun had touched.

Her head was heavy, but her consciousness was very clear.

She has only one purpose in this life, that is revenge.

With a slap, she didn't know where to press it. The whole corridor was dark.

Song Yarong with room card, groping on the wall, just in a trance when accidentally pressed the corridor light switch.

All of a sudden, her back was burning, almost drying,

Under the dim light, song Yarong can't see the man's expression clearly, but in his deep and gloomy eyes, the clear eagerness is obvious.

Song Yarong was so close to a man for the first time that she was forced to breathe. She opened her eyes incredulously, and her feet froze. After reaction, she quickly turned around and tried to push the man away.

Unexpectedly, the moment she just turned around, the man's hand caught her slender waist, and tied her two hands in front of her head.

Song Yarong's petite body is shrouded in the shadow of men's happiness. The cold and ascetic atmosphere from his whole body makes song Yarong feel a strong sense of oppression.

"Save..." life.

Before the last word was uttered, her lips were covered with thin lips.

"Don't..."

Song Yarong never thought it would be like this. She handed in her first time and was born again within half an hour.

……

The next morning, the pain and soreness all over her pulled her out of her dream.

Song Yarong seems to think of something. She sits up straight, then opens the quilt and sees her purple and horrible skin.

Then she looked to her side.

The man lay on her side safely, and didn't wake up by her.