Play coquettish with Joe

Chapter 1524 Her tears are cold
Sure enough, she couldn't take it anymore and put her hands on his chest.

"Do not touch me……"

"Yes." His voice was still teasing and mocking, "Then you answer my questions and be on call, and then what?"

At this moment, this man who is two years younger than her is like a demon, with evil in every frown and smile.

Han Yurou shrank her shoulders in fear, this feeling of being unable to get angry, unable to cry, unable to vent...is very bad.

She was afraid of seeing his face, especially his half-smile.

"Don't you want to say?" His hand was strong, "Hey, tell me, Rourou."

"Rong Jincheng, please, let me go?"

Let it go... Rong Jincheng's eyes showed a trace of predation.

"Let you go, and then?" Rong Jincheng smiled.

"Rong Jincheng, I'm obviously a victim, why did you treat me like this? Isn't what I lost enough?" Han Yurou burst into tears, her voice choked, hysterical!

Hearing the word "victim", Rong Jincheng narrowed his eyes, with imperceptible coldness in his eyes.

Victim, what a victim.

"Whoever made me like you so much, I want 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..."

"Then what should I do to you? OK, let's go to bed then?"

Han Yurou gritted her teeth, she could no longer speak a word, the bitterness spread in her throat, little by little, like bitter coffee, seeping into her limbs and bones.

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

To her horror, the pain seemed endless.

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

Her tears are cold.

Just like one of her hearts, there is no temperature.

But when it landed on Rong Jincheng, it was like touching boiling water. He immediately withdrew his hand and looked at her indifferently.

"If you don't want to, then get out. As I said, I will let you go when I get tired of playing. I didn't expect you to be so ignorant. Okay, are you ignorant? Wait." Rong Jincheng gritted his teeth.

"Don't attack my father." Han Yurou looked at him nervously.

"Are you negotiating terms with me now? I'm not interested in listening."

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

Almost non-stop, he took a step and walked 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 "chuck", the car quickly disappeared into the rain.

The huge brocade garden was submerged in mist and rain, and it was quiet.

Han Yurou's clothes were disheveled, like a broken doll, slumped on the bed, her eyes were slack and lifeless.

I don't know where my line of sight falls, and my eyes are blank and without light.

My heart was broken into pieces, and I couldn't put it together again.

It was clearly a well-heated living room, but at this moment, her heart felt as if it had fallen into an ice cellar, aching, cold, and confused.

In her ears was the endless sound of rain, hitting the window and also hitting her heart.

Who was she, what was she going to do, what was she supposed to do... Han Yurou suddenly had no idea.

It seems that there is nothing left.

Rong Jincheng has ruined everything about her, her life has no future and light.

Han Yurou's fingers were trembling. She touched the mobile phone on the ground and bent over to pick it up.

(End of this chapter)