Luo Xingchen did not hide his anger in his tone, and Jin Zeming just looked at her funny, as if she was telling a big joke.

"Jin Zeming, you pig-headed, you despicable and shameless stingy man. Do you think women all over the world are going to look at you and scream? No way! ”

"Of course it can't be, because I don't like women looking at me and screaming, I like women calling ...... in bed" Speaking of this, his eyes suddenly became a little more ambiguous when he looked at her, "Little Star, is there a relationship between us, you don't count." ”

"Do you have the final say?" She looked up at him, her crystal clear eyes burning with anger, dazzlingly beautiful, "I tell you, I can have a relationship with anyone, but you can't?" ”

He pushed her hard against the hard wall outside the house, and the corners of his mouth hooked up with a mocking smile, "There is a saying that if you don't see a coffin, you won't cry." Do you feel like you're qualified for tsundere? ”

Last night, if he hadn't just asked a friend to be at that bar, she would have slept with the cowherd, and I don't know how many photos and videos were taken.

Luo Xingchen's heart was sour, she was indeed not qualified to be arrogant, because the reality was too cruel.

She is no longer the daughter who can live a carefree life, if it weren't for Jin Zeming's appearance, she would never recognize her current situation.

Leaning against the cold wall, Luo Xingchen tried to take deep breaths again and again, inhaling and exhaling vigorously, forcing himself not to cry, not to shed tears.

"Do you think you know me well? Just rely on what Brother Hua told you? She smiled reluctantly, and the flower-like smile made Jin Sanshao, who was aesthetically fatigued, still go down slightly.

He saw her take her phone out of her bag and look down and dial the number.

Then she put her phone to her ear, "Hey! Uncle? It's me, Star...... I...... I figured it out. I promise to do that, you can ask Mr. Jin to come out! Well! Good. ”

With that, she hung up the phone and reached out to push him.

He didn't know if he was pondering her phone call, and he was stunned and was almost pushed away by her.

"Mr. Jin?"

"That's right! Mr. Jin, but it's not you, it's your second uncle. Remember the first time we met? I really went there to the wrong private room, and the Mr. Jin I was looking for was Jin Beirong. She glared at him with a defiant look in her eyes.

"Do you have to be so cheap?" Jin Zeming was displeased, put his hand on the side of her head, and looked down at her.

"Yes! I'm cheap, I like to sell myself, I like to ......" Saying such things, Luo Xingchen's heart was very uncomfortable.

I already felt wronged, but when I did it again, tears couldn't help but welled up in my eyes.

But she didn't want to cry in front of him, and she didn't want her humility to be ridiculed by him.

From the eyes of those people on the set just now, she knew the weight of this man, and it also showed her down-and-out insignificance.

"You've got a lot of taste." Jin Zeming shook his head.

"So, you see? Maybe I'll be your second aunt in the future," she retorted stubbornly, not giving in.

"Second aunt?" A meaningful smile appeared on Jin Zeming's face, but the next second he smiled and kissed her lips fiercely.

His strong movements were too ferocious, and Luo Xingchen didn't react at all, like a fish on a chopping board, helplessly making a final struggle.

Jin Zeming didn't want to give her a chance to breathe, his lips pressed against her, biting her tongue hard.

Luo Xingchen's hands were like waste, and he couldn't get any bargain from him.

He kissed deeper and deeper, gradually squeezing the air from her lungs to zero.