She and Han Yurou have completely different personalities, and she doesn't even understand what Han Yurou is doing. 【Fengyun Reading Network. 】

"But Pan Shao told me that no matter who wins or loses in the outcome, we can get a piece of money, as little as 50,000 or 60,000 yuan, and as much as 100,000 yuan." Qingqing was very happy, "Why don't you look happy?" Why, you don't like money? There are not many people who come to play this kind of game and don't like money, right? ”

"Can you get out?" Han Yurou gave the order to evict the guest, and her voice was still a little shaky.

The heating in the suite was sufficient, but she felt like she was in the cold wind.

It's cold.

It's cold to the bone.

"I really don't know what kind of reserved you pretend, let me tell you, Pan Shao doesn't like a reserved woman on the bed the most. If you don't serve him well, he'll do it to women. Qingqing snorted contemptuously.

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

"If you don't want to see me, you don't want to see you, do you think you're a level higher than me? I admit that I came out to sell it for money, and you don't do the same. This kind of place, and it's still high, it's the first time I've seen it. ”

Han Yurou's nerves were collapsing and collapsing little by little.

Which string in my head, with a "bang", broke.

There was a chirping sound in both ears, and there was a dull pain in the head.

A hand clenched at the mouth of her heart forced her to breathe.

She admits that this Qingqing is right, but she can't believe that she has really become a man's plaything.

His face became more and more pale, and there was not a trace of blood.

"I originally came here to exchange ideas and experiences with you, but I didn't expect you to be so boring. Looking at it this way, I hope Pan Shao wins, and when the time comes, I will see you go to Pan Shao's bed, and you are still so fake and serious. Qingqing "cut" and turned to leave.

The sound of her high heels quickly disappeared into the hallway, along with the smell of perfume on her body.

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

Words and sentences, like a knife.

As soon as Qingqing left, Han Yurou's whole person collapsed, and the indescribable feeling spread in her body.

I thought that Rong Jincheng brought her over to play, but I didn't expect to play this kind of perverted game.

She is not an open person, and she feels ashamed to be by Rong Jincheng's side, let alone being shared by him with other men.

What did he take her for?

Everyone's best?

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

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

Her jet-black hair was scattered over her shoulders, which made her face even pale.

She was already slender, and now she looked like an abandoned rag doll, in tatters.

If Rong Jincheng wins, that Qingqing is his.

If Rong Jincheng loses, she is Pan Wenguang's.

Hehe, Han Yurou laughed out loud.

Whether they win or lose, men are winners, while women are just playthings that change hands.

The light shone directly, and Han Yurou's smile was very miserable.

The pain in the heart was so great that it was like a knife cutting it, and it was dripping with blood.

All around, there was silence.

At this moment, a thought suddenly flashed in Han Yurou's mind: escape.

As long as she escapes from this hotel and hides for the night, she can have more time.

She doesn't want to be toyed with by men.

The thought grew stronger, striking at her nerves, and she staggered to her feet, grabbed her coat, and slipped it on her body haphazardly.