Chapter 237

After pouring wine back, Lin Lang took off her high-heeled shoes and leaned on one side for a little rest.

Someone patted her on the shoulder.

"I'm sorry, I'm going to..."

She looked embarrassed, as if she didn't expect to be caught on the spot.

"Why, ah Ho, how did you get out?"

Lin Lang turned and froze.

"I didn't need to be entertained there, so I came back." He squatted down, stretched out his hand and gently rubbed her slightly red foot, "standing so long, tired?"

"Oh, don't be dirty..." She blushed and wanted to refuse.

Shao Qinghe ignored, kneaded for a while and then let go, squatted down and put on her high-heeled shoes.

He handed another bunch of silver keys.

"Is this?" Lin Lang hesitated to look at him.

He said in a low voice, "I have a room on the third floor with a gift for you. You can open it and see if you like it. It's rare for you to have a birthday. Before 12 o'clock, I'll come over to celebrate your birthday when I'm finished. "

At first, she was surprised, and then she hesitated. "Actually, it's not necessary to be so grand. It doesn't matter if we go back and celebrate again..."

"Be obedient."

The young man reached out to touch the top of her hair. His eyes darkened and he took it back.

He stood where he was, watching people go far away.

Lin Lang entered the room Shao Qinghe had prepared for her and closed the door lightly.

This first-class room is elegant and luxurious. The thin and transparent screens of smoke and purple stretch to the ground, and the lights below are flickering and the traffic is busy. The floor is covered with colorful hand-made carpets that extend to one side of the big bed.

Lin Lang approached and saw a gift box on the bed. Inside was a set of pink modified short cheongsam, with several clusters of gorgeous roses embroidered on the corners.

The silver touch her hand.

I'm really willing.

He gave up a girl who was devoted to him for a better future.

Shi Linlang wore the cheongsam he had chosen himself. On his 17th birthday, he wrapped it into a beautiful gift and gave it to another strange man.

Lin Lang gently unties the necktie, and the ribbon slips down.

There are also wounds on the back of the hand that are cracked by frostbite. The light red marks destroy the beauty.

She put out her tongue and licked it gently.

Men like to keep canary, love its bright feathers, cherish its soft voice, and more importantly, its fate is tied to the master's hands, so beautiful that it can be loved without fear.

However, the initiative to tame and be tamed has never been in the dominant position.

Extreme weakness, in a way, is also a natural weapon.

"Click --"

someone turned to open the door.

"Ah Ho?"

She tilted her body and looked out, holding her hair in her hands and biting a piece of red rope in her mouth.

The man swept her little feet on the carpet, slim and symmetrical, and her slender ankles were quite delicate.

"You Who is it? "

The look on the girl's face suddenly changed from joy to preparedness.

"Well?"

The interior decoration is luxurious and exquisite, and the warm lighting is like fine silver leaves, which makes the furniture more and more colorful. The man who appeared in the line of sight was a little broad in a long black shirt, which covered his thin body loosely. His hair was cut very neatly, and his eyebrows and eyes were a little more profound and sharp.

It doesn't seem obvious, but it can bite the enemy's throat at a critical moment.

"Hello, my name is Rong."

He was obviously familiar with the situation and came slowly.

"That Mr. Rong, are you in the wrong room

The girl's hands do not fall on the side of the body, it seems that they do not know what to do.

"No

He is concise and to the point.

"I was asked to come."

She seemed stunned for a moment, as if she realized something, and she stepped back a few steps.

"Deception, impossible..."

She suddenly trotted towards the door.

As they passed by, they were stopped.

He stretched out his hand flat, just across her waist and abdomen, and his tone was still steady.

"I'm proud of nine. I don't want to lose money."

Under the calm dark tide, there are vortices that devour all things.

Shanghai beach is the focus of the separatist forces of all parties, and many heroes have emerged. In terms of wealth accumulation, the glory of the Rong family is incomparable. Rong Jiu, the great leader, started his career from scratch and became the God of wealth that people in all walks of life fear.

It is said that he turned stone into gold, and he was omnipotent.

More people are afraid of his ruthless style.

And Lin Lang from the mouth of the colleagues who work together, hear the most is the "taste" of Rongda. He preferred young women, especially those who were in their prime."What business, I-I don't know what you're talking about."

She was just in time to perform the 16-year-old girl's trepidation, stepping back and around the man's arm as if she had touched something dirty.

The fingertip touched the doorknob.

Then another hand, bigger than her, was covered, and her chest was close to her back. The girl's charming hair fragrance makes the man's temperature gradually rise, and the silver chain pocket watch tied by him on his chest is cold, half cold and half hot, strangely grinding people.

Looking down at her neck, because her breath was stained with light pink, her patience exceeded the limit.

"Bang --"

Lin Lang was dragged back by him.

The next moment I fell into the bed.

The man then swindled him.

"Rong, Mr. Rong, please stop!"

Mr. Zhang said that he did not pay attention to her Qipao, but folded her legs.

The delicate swallow button is very suitable for her complexion.

So he thought.

Her eyes passed over her face, flushed with wonder, fear, and anger, more than the beauty of the morning glow.

Mr. Rong's hand moves faster, ignoring her struggle.

In terms of physical strength, most women suffer, so he can easily control people. The sound of the friction of the clothes was heard, and the man held the other party's hands high above his head with one hand.

He took a sip of red sandalwood.

It's sweet.

A little fishy.

She bit his lip and bled.

Mr. Rong blinked.

What a bold little fellow.

Does she know where the last person who hurt herself is now?

But she was obviously not good at learning, and then she bit his tongue fiercely the next moment. The extreme pain stimulated the senses, and the smell of rusty sweet flowed wantonly.

Mr. Rong did not check, was overthrown by her, lying on his back in bed.

The girl pulled her feet back, jumped down and ran to the door. Half of the Qipao was lifted to the thigh by him, and the petticoat with white lace was faintly seen.

The prey escaped from his hands, and Mr. Rong stroked his wet forehead.

He got up and walked slowly in the direction of her escape.

There was no one in the corridor, but the light hanging on the top was several times brighter than that in the room.

Running barefoot, she suddenly stopped at the corner.

A figure stood upright, dressed in the uniform of the director, and his deep purple bow tie was meticulously tied.

He heard the noise and turned his face slightly.

Black pupil reflected her embarrassed appearance, the corner of the mouth with a few wisps of blood.

The pink cheongsam was torn disorderly and even turned over to the thigh. The Silver Red clasp was untied, revealing a beautiful snow color, with gnawing marks on its head, as if the wild animals were in transit.

Her face was full of fear.

When I saw him, the panic was suddenly replaced by surprise, just like seeing the stars guiding the way in the dark mud.

"Ah and!"

The girl's eyes turned red, and she put her arms around his neck. Her weak body trembled in her arms. "I, I was just..." She said incoherently, "that man is so strange. What kind of business is he, he..."

Shao Qinghe did not speak.

Let the tears wet his skirt.

The footsteps behind him are getting closer and closer.

Her agitation grew more and more severe.

Like a dying frog.

She looked up at him with her tearful face, almost crying and begging, "ah Ho, shall we leave here? Other places can also make money. I and I will work harder to make two jobs for you to go abroad... "

Shao Qing and looked down at her, black eyes engraved as always calm.

"Right Well... "

The outgoing apology was blocked between the soft lips.

She stepped on his shoes barefoot and stood on tiptoe.

The first kiss, beautiful wrapped in bitterness.

"Please, don't leave me..."

The hoarse voice grew desperate.

Her hand, stroking his cheek, slipped from her cheekbones to her chin.

"You said that I would be a good wife. When I was 18, she would marry me and come in..." Even if it is crying, her appearance is still beautiful, burning if Taoyao.

Shao Qinghe can still remember that day, he bought her a wooden comb to comb her hair with his meager wages.

In the conventionally established etiquette, comb is the object of love for a long life.

She was very careful when she combed her hair, for fear that it would be damaged. Later, no matter how many ornaments he sent, he couldn't match the sincerity of this wooden comb.

"I'm sorry."

He finally said it in its entirety."Madame."

A alienated and polite address forms a distinct world.

She lost her heart and unconsciously let go of her hand, and the red rope of her hair fell to the ground, floating lightly, without a sound.

"Shao Qinghe, I hate you."

She suddenly went mad and thumped him on the chest.

"You are an asshole! Son of a bitch! If you don't have a heart, you are not as good as an animal - "

someone covered her mouth from behind.

"Shh, I don't like girls who swear."

The strange and indifferent breath swept the side of her neck, and her face turned pale as paper and faded all the blood color.

She seized Shao Qinghe's left hand, exhausted all her strength, and even stabbed her nails into the flesh.

A stabbing pain.

He dropped his eyes and slowly broke her hand.

This action undoubtedly cut off her last way to survive.

The only love left in the girl's eyes disappeared.

Instead, it's hatred.