Sure enough, she couldn't stand it anymore and put her hand against his chest. 【Latest chapter reading. 】

"Don't touch me"

"Yes." There was still banter and mockery in his voice, "Then you answer my questions and be on call, and then what?" ”

At this moment, this man who was two years younger than her was like a demon, and even his smile was evil.

Han Yurou shrunk her shoulders in fear, this feeling of not being able to be angry, unable to cry, and unable to vent was very bad.

She was afraid to see his face, especially the way he seemed to be smiling.

"Won't tell?" His hand strained, "Good, tell me, Rourou." ”

"Rong Jincheng, please, let me go?"

Letting go of Rong Jincheng's eyes was a trace of a yin owl.

"Leave you alone, and then?" Rong Jincheng smiled.

"Rong Jincheng, obviously I am a victim, why are you doing this to me? Isn't what I've lost enough? Han Yu cried softly, her voice choked and hysterical!

Hearing the word "victim", Rong Jincheng's eyes narrowed, and there was an imperceptible coldness in his eyes.

Victim, what a victim.

"Whoever made me like you so much wanted to pursue you." Rong Jincheng still kept a smile on the corner of his mouth, "Oh, why do I like you so much." ”

"You can't do this to me"

"So what should I do to you? Okay, let's go to bed? ”

Han Yurou gritted her teeth, she couldn't say a word, and bitterness spread in her throat, little by little, like bitter coffee, penetrating into her limbs.

For the first time in more than 20 years, she tasted the sourness and pain.

What scared her was that the pain seemed to have no end.

A tear slipped from her eyes, impartially, and fell right on Rong Jincheng's arm.

Her tears were cold.

Like one of her hearts, there is no temperature.

But when he landed on Rong Jincheng, it was like touching boiling water, and he instantly retracted his hand and looked at her indifferently.

"If you don't want to, then get out of the way. I said, I'll let you go when I'm tired of playing, I didn't expect you to be so uninteresting. Okay, it's not interesting, is it? Wait. Rong Jincheng gritted his teeth.

"Don't do anything to my dad." Han Yurou looked at him nervously.

"Now talk to me about terms? The master is not interested in listening. ”

With that, Rong Jincheng threw her on the sofa, straightened her clothes, and stood up, her face ugly.

Almost without stopping, he took a step towards the garage.

It was still raining outside, and the sky was overcast and dark.

Rong Jincheng went to the garage to take out a Lamborghini sports car, and with a "bang", the car quickly disappeared into the rain.

The huge brocade garden was submerged in the smoke and rain, quiet and quiet.

Han Yurou was disheveled, like a broken doll, slumped on the bed, her eyes scattered and unfocused.

I don't know where my eyes are, and there is no light in my eyes.

The heart is broken into pieces, and it can no longer be pieced together.

It was obviously a well-heated living room, but at this moment, her heart was like falling into an ice cellar, painful, cold, and confused.

The sound of rain in her ears hit the window and hit her heart.

Who she was, what she was going to do, what she was going to do Han Yurou suddenly didn't know.

Like, there's nothing left.

Rong Jincheng has ruined all of her, and her life has long had no future and brightness.

Han Yurou's fingers were trembling, she touched the mobile phone on the ground, leaned over and picked it up.