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After Lin Lang poured the wine and went back, she took off her high heels and leaned aside to take a rest.
Someone patted her on the shoulder.
"I'm sorry, I'm going to..."
She looked embarrassed, as if she didn't expect to be caught on the spot for being lazy.
"Hey, Ah He, why did you come out?"
Lin Lang turned her face away and was stunned.
"I don't need my entertainment over there, so I'm back." He squatted down, stretched out his hand and gently rubbed the slightly red soles of her feet, "Are you tired after standing for so long?"
"Oh, don't, dirty..." She blushed and wanted to refuse.
Shao Qinghe ignored it, rubbed it for a while before letting go, and squatted down to put on her high heels.
He handed over another bunch of silver keys.
"This is?" Lin Lang looked at him hesitantly.
He whispered, "I opened a room on the third floor, there is a gift for you on it, you can open it to see if you like it. It's rare for your birthday, before twelve o'clock, I will go there to celebrate for you .”
At first, she widened her eyes in surprise, but then hesitated, "Actually, there is no need to be so grand, it doesn't matter if we go back and celebrate..."
"obedient."
The young man reached out to touch the top of her hair, his eyes darkened, and he took it back.
He stood where he was, watching people go away.
Lin Lang entered the room Shao Qinghe had prepared for her, and closed the door softly.
This first-class room is elegant and luxurious. The thin smoky purple window screen stretches to the ground, and the flickering lights below can be vaguely seen, and there is a lot of traffic. A colorful handmade rug covers the floor and extends to one side of the queen-size bed.
Lin Lang walked closer and saw that there was a gift box on the bed, inside was a set of improved short pink cheongsam, with a few clusters of beautiful roses embroidered on the corners.
She raised her hand to caress the delicate silver-red piping.
It's really worth it.
He gave up a girl who was devoted to him in exchange for a more promising future.
Shi Linlang wore the cheongsam he personally selected, and on his seventeenth birthday, he wrapped it into an exquisite gift and gave it to another strange man.
Lin Lang gently untied the tie around her neck, and the ribbon slid down.
There is also a wound on the back of the hand due to frostbite, and the light red marks spoil the beauty.
She stuck out her tongue and licked gently.
Men like to raise a canary, love its gorgeous feathers, and cherish its soft singing voice. More importantly, its fate is all tied to the hands of its owner.
However, the initiative to tame and be tamed has never been held by the dominant side.
Extremely weak, in a way, is also a natural weapon.
"Crack—"
Someone turned the door open.
"Ahe?"
She tilted her body and looked out, holding her hair with both hands, and biting a piece of red rope in her mouth, with a charming look.
The man passed her little feet on the carpet, slender and well-proportioned, and the slender ankles were quite delicate.
"Who are you?"
The look on the girl's face suddenly changed from joy to defense.
"Um?"
The interior is luxuriously and exquisitely furnished, and the warm lighting is like fine silver leaves, making the furniture more colorful. As for the man who appeared in sight, he was wearing a slightly loose black gown, which loosely covered his thin body. His hair was cut neatly, and his eyebrows and eyes were a little more deep and sharp because of this.
It seems invisible, but it can bite the enemy's throat at a critical moment.
"Hi, my name is Rong."
He was obviously familiar with the situation before him, and walked slowly.
"That... Mr. Rong, did you go to the wrong room?"
The girl's hands were hanging by her side in a daze, as if she didn't know how to react.
"No."
He is concise.
"Someone asked me to come."
She seemed to be taken aback for a moment, as if realizing something, she took a few steps back in disbelief.
"Liar, impossible..."
She suddenly walked quickly towards the door.
When I passed by, I was stopped.
He stretched out his hand flatly, just in front of her waist, his tone was still steady.
"I'm Rongjiu, I don't trade at a loss."
Under the calm undercurrent, there is a vortex that swallows everything.
Shanghai Bund is the focus of the separatist forces of all parties, and many heroes have emerged. In terms of wealth accumulation, the honor worn by the Rong family is incomparable. The master Rong Jiu started from scratch, climbed to the top from an unknown junior, and became the God of Wealth that people from all walks of life dread.
Legend has it that he can turn stones into gold, has supernatural powers and is omnipotent.
More people were afraid of his cruel and merciless style.
Lin Lang heard most of the "taste" of the Rongda Master from the mouths of her colleagues who worked together. He prefers young female companions, especially girls whose cardamom branches are in their youth.
"What business, I, I don't know what you're talking about."
She was just right to play the panic of a sixteen-year-old girl, stepping back as if she had touched something dirty, and walked around the man's arm.
Fingertips touched the doorknob.
Immediately another palm bigger than hers came up, and the broad chest was pressed against her back. The girl's seductive fragrance made the man's body temperature rise gradually, and the silver chain pocket watch tied to his chest was cold, half cold and half hot, strange and excruciating.
Looking down at her neck because of the light pink color of his exhaled breath, his patience exceeded the limit.
"Boom—"
Lin Lang was dragged back abruptly by him.
The next moment he fell into the bed.
The man followed suit.
"Rong, Mr. Rong, please stop!"
But Mr. Rong ignored her cry, spread his long legs apart, knelt on her waist, and twirled the knot of the cheongsam with his fine fingers.
The delicate swallow button suits her complexion very well.
He thought so.
His eyes flashed over her blushing face due to surprise, fear, and anger, which was more dazzling than the beauty of the morning glow.
Mr. Rong's hands moved faster, ignoring her struggle.
In terms of physical strength, most women are at a disadvantage, so he can easily control people. The sound of clothes rubbing against each other was heard, and the man held the opponent's hands above his head with one hand.
He took a sip of red sandalwood.
very sweet.
Slightly fishy.
She bit his lip and bled.
Mr. Rong blinked.
What a daring little guy.
Does she know where the last person who hurt her is now
But she obviously didn't learn well, and bit his tongue hard the next moment. The extreme pain stimulated the senses, and the rust-like sweet smell flowed wantonly.
Mr. Rong didn't check any of them, but was overthrown by her and lay on his back on the bed.
But the girl pulled her feet back nimbly, jumped off, and ran to the door quickly, half of the cheongsam was lifted up to her thigh by him, and she vaguely saw the petticoat trimmed with white lace.
The prey escaped from his hands, and Mr. Rong stroked his wet forehead hair without haste.
He got up and walked slowly in the direction in which she was running.
There was no one in the corridor, but the lights hanging from the ceiling were several times brighter than the room, dazzling people's eyes.
She ran barefoot and stopped suddenly around the corner.
A figure stood upright, wearing the uniform of a supervisor, with a deep purple bow tie tightly tied.
Hearing the sound, he turned his face slightly.
Her distressed appearance was reflected in the black pupils, with a few streaks of blood at the corners of her mouth.
The pink cheongsam was ripped into a mess, even folded up to the thighs. The silver-red buckle was undone, revealing a section of beautiful snow color, with gnawing marks printed on it, as if a wild beast was raging across the border.
Her face was full of horror.
After seeing him, the panic was suddenly replaced by surprise, like seeing the guiding stars in the dark mud.
"Ahe!"
The girl's eyes were red, and she hugged his neck, her frail body trembling in her arms, "I, I was just..." She spoke incoherently, "That person is so strange, what business are you talking about, he, he… "
Shao Qinghe didn't speak.
Let the tears wet his skirt.
The footsteps behind him were getting closer.
Her uneasiness grew heavier and her trembling became more severe.
Like a dying carp.
She looked up at him with her tear-stained face, almost crying and begging, "Ahe, can we get out of here? There are other places where you can make money. I, I will work harder and make two copies for one person." work, let you go abroad..."
Shao Qinghe looked down at her, his black eyes were as calm as ever.
"Isn't it... um..."
The apology that was about to be exported was blocked between the soft lips.
She stepped on his leather shoes barefoot and stood on tiptoe vigorously.
The first kiss was filled with bitterness.
"Please, don't leave me..."
The hoarse voice gradually despaired.
Her hand stroking his cheek slid from cheekbone to chin.
"You said that I will be a good wife. When I am eighteen, you can marry me in..." Even though she was crying, she still looked beautiful, burning like a peach.
Shao Qinghe could still think of the day when he bought her a wooden comb for combing her hair with a meager wage.
In the customary etiquette, the comb is a token of love for growing old together.
She cherishes it very much, and is careful every time she combs her temple hair, for fear of damaging half of it. Later, no matter how many accessories he gave, it couldn't compare to the sincerity of this wooden comb.
"sorry."
He finally said it in full.
"lady."
An alienated and polite address separates a world of clear distinctions.
She lost her mind, unknowingly let go of her hands, and the red rope that tied her hair fell to the ground, lightly and without a trace of sound.
"Shao Qinghe, I hate you."
She suddenly went crazy and beat his chest violently.
"You are a bastard! You bastard! You have no heart, you are not as good as a beast—"
Someone covered her mouth from behind.
"Shh, I don't like girls who swear."
A strange and indifferent breath brushed over the side of her neck, and her face instantly became as pale as paper, and all blood faded away.
She firmly grasped Shao Qinghe's left hand, and with all her strength, her nails even pierced into the flesh.
A sting.
He lowered his eyes and slowly opened her hand.
This move undoubtedly cut off her last way of survival.
The only love left in the girl's eyes disappeared.
Instead, there is hatred.