"If you drop it, you don't want it. [Full text reading. Han Yurou didn't have any expression, avoiding Rong Jincheng, like hiding from the plague.

"Oh." Rong Jincheng lowered his head and played with the hairpin in his hand, "If you don't want it, you don't want it, there are many at home, and I will take you to the jewelry box to pick it up." ”

This hairpin is quite beautiful, with round white pearls forming the shape of a rose.

She didn't want it, so Rong Jincheng stuffed it into his pocket.

He led her into the villa.

As soon as he entered the door, he clapped his hands: "Come on, come on, let me introduce you, this is Miss Han." ”

The servants lined up in a row and bent down respectfully: "Hello Miss Han." ”

The villa is brand new, and Han Yurou is also the first woman Rong Jincheng brought back here.

"Well, you will be on call whatever Miss Han wants in the future, do you understand?"

"I hear you."

"Alright, let's go." Rong Jincheng waved his hand again.

"There's no way I'm going to live here, I'm going home." Han Yurou stood in place, not moving, with a cold chill on her face.

"Home?" Rong Jincheng narrowed his eyes and was noncommittal, "Isn't this your home?" ”

"Rong Jincheng, don't pretend to be deaf and dumb with me, I will call my father."

"Then it depends on whether he has time to pay attention to you."

"What do you mean?"

"It's not interesting, I just think he might be busy." Rong Jincheng smiled, "Let's go, take you to your room to have a look." ”

"I don't look." Han Yurou's temper became stubborn, and she shook off his hand, "Let me go, if you don't let me go"

"Die for me?" Rong Jincheng interrupted her words and coaxed, "Don't be like this, Rourou, if you have something to say, if you think I'm wrong, I can change it." ”

"Rong Jincheng, even if I beg you, let me go, okay?"

Rong Jincheng paused, and his eyes were deep and gloomy.

He touched his chin, as if in thought for a few seconds.

His gaze fell on Han Yurou's reluctant face, and he saw hatred and despair in her reddened eyes.

"It's okay, you think about it for a few more days." Rong Jincheng's tone was light, "I'm a very patient person." ”

"I don't want to think about it, you let me go"

"Obedient, that's good, if you don't want to think about it, just accompany me once, and I'll let you go." Young Master Rong smiled meaningfully, "If you are willing to think about it, I won't touch you, and I won't touch you for a few days." How is it? ”

Han Yurou didn't know that a person could be so shameless.

Who did you think she was?

A feeling of shame eroded from head to toe, like cold water, pouring on her body.

She stood still, her legs limp, her mind blank.

She and Rong Jin have received a different education, she has been raised by the stars since she was a child, and she is among the best in terms of grades and ability.

Now she has been reduced to the point of being like a woman sitting on the stage, and her face is instantly pale as paper, losing her blood.

No, the women sitting on the stage don't have to be toyed with.

And what about her?

"Don't be upset." Rong Jincheng coaxed her, raised her hand and touched her face, "Am I not good?" You look twice, and then you look again. Isn't it fine skin and tender meat, beautiful and delicious? ”

Yung Jincheng is very satisfied with himself.

Either way, I'm very satisfied.

"Rong Jincheng, you are a despicable and shameless villain."

"Small? Isn't it small, am I small? Rong Jincheng was aggrieved.

actually said that he was small, and the woman who slept with him, who didn't praise him for being "so big, so powerful".