Han Yurou shook for a moment, she didn't know what Rong Jincheng meant.

Rong Jincheng looked at her and his head hurted.

Some broken memories began to appear before my eyes. Those memories were painful, cold, and heart-wrenching.

The fragments were pierced into his heart little by little like needles.

The heart was ignited again.

His cold hands were still in her clothes, and he suddenly lowered his head and kissed her purple lips.

The movements were violent and there was almost no mercy.

He pried open her lips and suppressed her breathing.

At this moment, Han Yurou still had no expression, and only one perception was left in her senses: pain.

Shoulder pain, chin pain, heart...and so much pain.

Rong Jincheng kissed hard and used a lot of effort.

Broken memories kept hitting his head, forcing him to breathe.

This place is not too hidden, and you can hear footsteps from time to time.

Han Yurou didn't want the last bit of dignity to be crushed, so she bit Rong Jincheng's lips: "Don't be here..."

Her voice was very low, with pleading and sadness.

But Rong Jincheng heard it.

The devil-like man said nothing, he picked her up and walked towards the hotel suite.

Along the way, Han Yurou buried her head in a messy scarf and wet her clothes with tears.

She understood a truth: when she had no money or power, she was just a humble ant.

She couldn't get out Rong Jincheng's Wuzhi Mountain.

Although the Rong family is not as good as the Qiao family in the capital, it is definitely not worse than the Han family.

Now the Han family can only rely on others to breathe and survive.

As for her, she was just the ant when the building collapsed, dignity and tears became the most useless thing.

"Han Yurou, your expression now makes me feel uncomfortable. Do you don't like me, or do you think I didn't serve you well in bed?" Rong Jincheng looked at the woman in his arms, with an ugly face, "If it was the latter, I'll let you know what it means to die of desire, ecstasy, desire."

Rong Jincheng's tone was very sharp and his attitude was particularly bad.

However, Han Yurou no longer felt anything.

She didn't know if there would be any worse time in the future, but she knew that it was already very bad at this moment.

It was so bad that she felt that death was also a kind of happiness.

Kicking open the door of the suite, Rong Jincheng threw Han Yurou on the big bed.

His body was still covered with the coldness outside and there was no temperature.

The bed where Han Yurou hit her head hurt, but she didn't say a word and looked at him silently.

Rong Jincheng took off his coat and took out a bottle of medicine from the hotel drawer. He took out one, crushed it, and fed it into Han Yurou's mouth.

Han Yurou shook her head desperately and struggled: "I won't eat."

Unfortunately, she is never Rong Jincheng's opponent.

The medicine has no smell, but it is stuck in the throat and it is very uncomfortable.

"Ahem." She wanted to vomit, "What is this?"

She knew that in their rich second generation's corrupt circle, there were many people secretly sucking banned things behind their backs.

She opened her eyes wide in fear.

This thing...

"Things that make you comfortable." Rong Jincheng curled the corners of his lips, pressed on her body, tearing her clothes open, like a trapped beast.

There was fear and panic in Han Yurou's eyes.

Soon, the medicine came into effect and she was hot all over.

She understood that this was a urge to urge love.

Her consciousness gradually became blurred, and she could be mercilessly placed in Rong Jincheng, and a light mist appeared in her eyes.

I want to cry, but I can't cry.

The crystal lamps on the ceiling flashed with a bright luster, making them intoxicating.
Chapter completed!