His words were tingling. [No pop-ups. 】

Han Yurou's heart spread a cold temperature, like a basin of cold water, pouring from head to toe.

This is the first time Rong Jincheng has lost his temper with her.

That's right, this is just the beginning, he is running out of patience.

"Han Yurou, do you know what you have to do? Well? Rong Jincheng wiped his face clean, leaned over, and approached her, "I'll teach you how to please men." ”

As he spoke, Rong Jincheng grabbed her hand and pressed it against his belt.

He is not interested in the daughter of a good family, and Han Yurou is the first daughter he plays.

From the daughter to the prostitute, he found this stark contrast very interesting, very interesting.

In the eyes of outsiders, Han Yurou is dignified, elegant, and intellectual, and she is a rare goddess, but in his bed, she is not still very prodigal.

Han Yurou subconsciously withdrew her hand, she struggled to break free of Rong Jincheng and put her hands behind her back.

Her big eyes were full of water droplets, foggy, as if she was going to cry out at any moment.

But she gritted her teeth again and didn't let herself cry.

"Don't learn?" Rong Jincheng said lightly, "Okay, if you don't learn, you won't learn, if you don't feel comfortable serving me one day, get out of me at any time." ”

This cake aroused all his anger.

Show him a face?

I don't want to see if I have the ability.

"Rong Jincheng, it may be that I owe you in my last life, that's why you torture me like this." At the beginning of all this, it was clear that she was a victim.

"I didn't give you any money?"

"Huh." The corners of Han Yurou's mouth were a terrible chill, money

He really treats her like a young lady who sells her.

"Han Yurou, it's all up, don't pretend to be a virgin in front of me, it's not good for you." Yung Jincheng warned her.

"When will you really let go of me."

"Look at my mood."

A touch of coldness curled up at the corner of Rong Jincheng's mouth, let go? This is the beginning, how to put it?

He hadn't let her taste the feeling of falling from the sky to the bottom yet.

Han Yurou's face was like ashes, bloodless, and the place in her heart seemed to stop beating, without any feeling.

"Go make me a cake, yes, it's exactly like this one." Rong Jincheng ordered.

Han Yurou didn't take a step.

Rong Jincheng's indifferent gaze still fell on her face, forcing him to stare and force him.

In the end, Han Yurou still compromised

She dragged her tired body and went to the kitchen to make cakes.

Exactly the same cake, what he said, she could only do.

Rong Jincheng loosened the tie around his neck, heh, from now on in the capital, what kind of woman does he want.

Han Yurou, a woman like a dead fish in bed, has had enough play, and it is time to throw it away.

There will be a day, it will not be late.

It was still pouring rain outside, and Han Yurou was hiding in the kitchen, her fingers shaking.

The sky was gloomy, and her heart was as gloomy as ink, without any color.

Cake that will be made quickly.

She's always been handy at doing these things.

"Tolerance, cake." Han Yurou gave him the plate with an expressionless face.

Rong Jincheng put down the newspaper in his hand and took a look, and sure enough, it was exactly the same.

"Miss Han's hands are so skillful, begging me to eat."

Han Yurou bit her lip.

After a long time, she whispered: "Please let me taste less." ”

"Now you know to please me? Do you know you feel sorry for me? Good girl, I feel sorry for you too. Rong Jincheng stretched out his hand and patted her face.

The next second, he raised his hand, "snapped", and threw the cake into the trash.