Every sentence of his words is thorny.

A cold temperature spread to Han Yurou's heart, like a basin of cold water, poured from head to toe.

This is the first time Rong Jincheng has lost his temper with her.

That's right, this is just the beginning, he's out of patience.

"Han Yurou, do you know what you should do? Hum?" Rong Jincheng wiped his face clean, came over and approached her, "I'll teach you how to please men."

As he said that, Rong Jincheng grabbed her hand and pressed it on his belt.

He had no interest in the daughter of a good family, and Han Yurou was the first daughter of a daughter he played with.

From a daughter-in-law to a prostitute, he found this sharp contrast very interesting and interesting.

In the eyes of outsiders, Han Yurou is dignified, elegant and intellectual. She is a rare goddess, but she is not always very rude in his bed.

Han Yurou subconsciously shrank her hands, and she struggled to break free from Rong Jincheng and put her hands behind her back.

Her big eyes were covered with water droplets, misty, as if she could cry at any time.

But she gritted her teeth again and did not make herself cry.

"Don't you learn?" Rong Jincheng said in a slight tone, "Okay, if you don't learn, don't learn. If you don't serve me one day, get out of here at any time."

This piece of cake aroused all his anger.

Show him the face?

I don't even see if I have this ability.

"Rong Jincheng, it may be because I owe you in my previous life, so you tortured me like this." At the beginning of all this, she was obviously the victim.

"I didn't give you money?"

"Ha." There was a shrill chill at the corner of Han Yurou's mouth, money...

He really regarded her as a lady who sold her.

"Han Yurou, I've been on the table, so don't pretend to be a maid in front of me. It's not good for you." Rong Jincheng warned her.

"When will I really let go of me?"

"It depends on my mood."

A coldness appeared at the corner of Rong Jincheng's mouth, let go? This is the beginning, how to let it go?

He hadn't let her taste the feeling of falling from the sky to the bottom of the valley.

Han Yurou's face was ashes, with no blood. The place where her heart and mouth stopped beating, without any feeling.

"Go and make a cake for me, yes, it's exactly the same as the piece just now." Rong Jincheng ordered.

Han Yurou did not take any steps.

Rong Jincheng's cold eyes still fell on her face, staring at her and forcing her.

In the end, Han Yurou compromised...

She dragged her tired body to the kitchen to make cakes.

The exact same cake, what he says, what she can only do.

Rong Jincheng loosened the tie on his neck, haha, from now on, in the capital, he didn't want any kind of woman he wanted.

A woman like Han Yurou who is like a dead fish in the bed, she should throw her away after she has played with her.

There will be such a day, it will not be too late.

There was still gurgling rain outside, and Han Yurou hid in the kitchen, her fingers trembling.

The sky was gloomy, and her heart was as gloomy as ink, without any color.

The cake is ready soon.

She has always been very skillful in making these things.

"Sir Rong, cake." Han Yurou held the plate to him, expressionless.

Rong Jincheng put down the newspaper in his hand and took a look. Sure enough, it was exactly the same.

"Miss Han's hand is really a coincidence, I'll beg me to eat."

Han Yurou bit her lip.

It took a long time before she whispered: "Please try it for Mr. Rong."

"Now you know how to please me? You know how to feel sorry for me? Be good, I feel sorry for you too." Rong Jincheng reached out and patted her face.
Chapter completed!