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Mr. Rong put him on the bed.
The girl's hair was like a strand of beautiful black silk, spread all over the bed, and it was heart-wrenching.
He looked down at her, the tear stains were still there, and the pear blossoms were beginning to drizzle. He stretched out his rough palms and carefully stroked the soft skin that seemed to bleed when touched lightly.
Slender fingers slid over the back of the ear, stained with delicate powder and temperature.
He couldn't help but leaned down, licked her neck lightly, and spun around her collarbone fascinated.
"The Chen family took a fancy to the munitions escorted by the Rong family, and planned to use the Sun family as a scapegoat." The female voice was somewhat hoarse and obscure.
Mr. Rong paused.
He raised his head slowly, still in a casual tone, "Oh?"
She didn't speak, but looked at him with those eyes soaked in spring rain of apricot blossoms, and said in a low voice, "Mr. Rong, I am more suitable to be your weapon than Lily."
On the surface, Rong Jiu is the head of the Rong family. He is engaged in women's rouge, gouache, silk and satin, etc., but the power behind the scenes is unfathomable. He is the helm behind Paramount, the red dancer Lily. It is his newly trained intelligence spies, who work as courtesans among celebrities and tyrants to obtain the information that the Rong family wants.
Lily was very young, only eighteen years old. Lin Lang once heard her talking to the young master of the Chen family. Her intentions were not concealed, and she easily guessed the identity of the other party's intelligence agent.
"Are you... accusing me of being a bad person?"
Mr. Rong smiled.
Even though he was furious with desire now, the clothes on his body didn't look messy.
Those who are familiar with him know that Lord Rong doesn't like to be questioned. He is proud and self-reliant, and puts a lot of energy and effort into every piece of work, so that it is perfect without a single flaw.
"Miss Lily is not perfect, she just hasn't experienced despair, and she still has a thirst for life."
Lin Lang slowly pulled out a plain snow-white veil from the man's wide-sleeved gown, and covered her eyes under the man's gaze.
She tied a knot loosely at the back of her hair.
The Sizhao flower just fell on the girl's brow bone.
The girl with her eyes covered with a white handkerchief had a little bit of a delicate and pitiful air for no reason, which aroused the pity in the man's bones.
"And I have nothing but hate."
Mr. Rong raised his eyebrows.
I have to say that her act of covering her eyes is really clever.
Weak, slender, helpless.
It doesn't take much more to bring out the best of a beautiful girl.
"I am looking forward."
He hooked his lips slightly.
In the middle of the night, Mr. Rong came out of the room with someone in his arms. The girl was covered with a coat, the corners of the pink cheongsam were faintly exposed, and the roses were in full bloom.
"I like your gift very much, let's go to Rong's house to report tomorrow."
He walked past Shao Qinghe.
The young man bowed his body and kept his eyes fixed.
"Thank you Master."
Downstairs is still full of gorgeous music, but the night is gradually getting darker.
Shao Qinghe lowered his head and clenched his fists.
A Buick stopped in front of Paramount, and the driver opened the door.
Lin Lang vaguely heard the familiar voice of a teenager.
"Yingshao, just give up, uncle and aunt will not allow you to associate with the waiter."
Han Bin supported the person with both hands, but shook his head helplessly.
People who don't understand lovesickness, once they get the hang of it, it's really scary.
"I, I won't give up, not now, then later, I don't believe..." He staggered as he walked.
"That Ms. Shi is quite right. Young masters like us who were born in big families can't decide most of our marriages. Just be careful..." Han Bin raised his head inadvertently, said "uh", and was stunned on the spot.
Sun Yingshao climbed on his friend's shoulder and looked around with drunken eyes.
A tall, strange man walked down the stairs with someone in his arms. The one in his arms should be a girl, petite and curled up in a ball, her black hair fluttering in the night wind.
The next moment, the handkerchief covering the girl's eyes was blown away by the wind.
With a jerk, he was half sober from the drunkenness, he couldn't help standing up straight, and looked forward.
The other party opened his eyes, and a chill as clear as an ice lake slowly flowed out, and the once fresh life rotted into a dead breath.
Unexpectedly, the eyes of the two met in the air.
He opened his mouth.
She withdrew her gaze, and the bewitching beauty was drawn into her eyes.
After a few roars, the car drove away.
Sun Yingshao tilted his body and fell to the ground. Han Bin yelled several times in shock.
"Yingshao? Yingshao, are you okay?"
He covered his face with trembling palms, trying to hold back the sobs in his throat.
She was right, she had no power or power, and there was no way she could protect her well in this troubled world.
Sun Yingshao never hated himself as much as now, hated him for being sober when he was drunk, and didn't rush up to beat that man hard.
He dare not.
That person is the ruler of the Rong family, someone who even his elder brother should respectfully call him Lord Rong.
"Yingshao..."
Han Bin wanted to help him up, but was pushed away.
"I will do it myself."
He put down his hand, supported the ground, and stood firm with his remaining strength.
Han Bin looked at people in surprise. He always felt that there was something different about Sun Yingshao. He had transformed into a grown-up in an instant.
"Yingshao, are you really alright?" He tentatively asked.
"I'm fine."
Sun Yingshao looked down at the sand-worn palm, and bright red blood beads came out one by one.
His ambition was awakened.
This feeling came so turbulently, boiling wantonly in the bones and blood, and could no longer be restrained.
Lin Lang was taken back to the Rong family's mansion by the man.
The servants serving in the mansion are no strangers to it. There are countless beauties who settle in Mr.'s mansion every year. She is not the first, nor will she be the last.
However, they still expressed their great admiration for the lady surnamed Shi.
Her appearance is bright and prosperous, enough to overshadow most people's limelight.
Linlang was arranged by Mr. Rong in a splendid pavilion with a lotus pond, with a wide view and beautiful scenery, and the clear and clear sound of koi jumping could be faintly heard at night.
At the same time, Lin Lang was also told that she would learn piano, chess, calligraphy, painting and other ladies' skills from a group of beautiful girls of similar age.
The combination of color and art is the first step for them to become weapons.
Every seven days, someone will come to check the girls' learning results.
Those who perform poorly will receive lower treatment, not to mention that there is no shortage of people who follow the trend and are indifferent to the world.
That man is familiar with the control of human nature, and he is very cunning to amplify the ambitions of this group of beautiful girls.
One second heaven, one second hell.
Some people made mistakes again and again, dragged on arbitrarily, and were tortured to a bloody mess.
I heard it was crazy.
Lin Lang could hear the girl's miserable cry every night.
In this group of girls who are like budding flowers, her performance is not perfect.
Lin Lang has always liked chess, and has spent a lot of time studying it, so she can be called the best among them. However, she is not very interested in other aspects, she can only be regarded as proficient, and she has not yet reached the point of shocking heaven.
Rong Jiu listened to the report of his subordinates, and fixed his eyes on the calligraphy and painting.
Some of the girls' handwriting are elegant and elegant, some are handsome and fresh, and some are graceful and moving. They all look so pleasing to the eye. And Linlang's handwriting was a little more tired and lazy, like a beauty in spring sleepiness, leaning against the crabapple flowers and falling asleep in the afternoon.
"What a dangerous word."
Mr. Rong let out a sigh of relief.
The housekeeper with high emotional intelligence interpreted the word "danger" back and forth in his mind.
Words are also dangerous
The master has become more and more unpredictable recently.
Lin Lang's relationship with her elders has always been good, and the teachers also love her very much, they hardly punish her, and the different treatment makes other female students jealous.
A year later, it was the day of the final assessment.
Like the other girls, Lin Lang had her hands tied behind her back and her eyes were covered with a thin layer of black gauze. Someone pushed her into a room.
"Thanks."
She thanked the other party for his gentle and meticulous attitude in helping her walk.
The boy blushed slightly, went out lightly, and closed the door.
Lin Lang sat on the chair, caressing the smooth polished handle with her fingertips. The smell of Styrax fills the room, sweet and slightly spicy.
Lin Lang heard from the teacher who played the piano that in this assessment, how a weak and helpless girl can make a man pity her, and she is willing to untie her.
Some people use their beauty to seduce them, some use their bodies to confuse them, some use their singing voice to confuse them, and there are various methods.
Just when Lin Lang was thinking, a cold palm lifted her chin.
She raised the corners of her lips slightly.
This arc is particularly charming against the flickering candlelight.
He heard the man say slowly, "Do you know what the rouge I put on today smells like?"
"have no idea."
The man said hoarsely, "But you'll know if you try it."
Directly seduced by beauty
The means are nothing more than that.
He bent down slightly, turned his head and kissed gently. Those thin lips are three points more colorful than peach blossoms.
"Taste it?"
After a kiss, in line with her slower tone, the atmosphere reached an ambiguous climax.
I don't know if it was an illusion, but he felt that he had been tricked.
"Well, the taste of toffee."
She smiled lowly.
The slightly raised ending sound is numb to the bone. It's like silk and bamboo.
"Mr. Rong really knows how to joke. This rouge is tasteless." She paused and revealed the answer, "It's just that it's poisonous."
There was a moment of silence,
The black veil covering the eyes was removed casually by the man.
As light as a butterfly sticking to a branch, she lazily opened her eyes, her eyes sparkling, she was extremely ecstasy.
"How, can you untie me now?"
Mr. Rong supported his waist with one hand, "You are so bold that you dare to poison your lipstick."
In this way, the initiative is completely in her hands.
It was the first time he had seen such a unique "answer", and it was inevitable that he became interested in speaking.
Lin Lang chuckled at him.
"Soldiers never tire of cheating."
Mr. Rong moved his body closer, and untied the ropes that bound her wrists in the gesture of embracing his beloved. Lin Lang's cheek was pressed against his chest, and the warmth seeped into the gown.
After untying, he held out his hand.
Lin Lang played with the black gauze on her lap and gave him a surprised look.
"The antidote." Mr. Rong said.
"Then come here, and I'll tell you how to solve it." She rolled her eyes and beckoned.
Mr. Rong relied on the past.
"The antidote is..." She breathed lightly and shallowly, and the soft spring breeze passed by her ears.
Mr. Rong felt his ears itchy for no reason.
"I lied to you—"
She tilted her head, a lock of black hair mischievously falling down her cheek.
"Silly, sir, sir."