Play coquettish with Joe

Chapter 1563 Can You Be a Husband?

She has a completely different temperament from Han Yurou, and she doesn't even quite understand what Han Yurou is doing.

"However, Young Master Pan told me that no matter who wins or loses, we will all get a sum of money, ranging from 10,000 to [-] to [-]+." Qingqing was very happy, "Why do you look unhappy? What, You don't like money? Few of you who come to play this kind of game don't like money, right?"

"Can you go out?" Han Yurou gave the order to evict the guest, her voice still trembling.

The heating in the suite was clearly sufficient, but she seemed to be in the cold wind.

It's cold.

Cold to the bone.

"I really don't know why you are pretending to be reserved. Let me tell you, Young Master Pan doesn't like women who pretend to be reserved on the bed. If you can't serve him well, he will attack women." Qingqing snorted contemptuously.

"I don't want to see you again."

"If you don't want to see it, then you don't want to see it. Do you think you are superior to me? I admit that I sold it for money, and you, you are the same. This is the first time I have seen a place like this. "

Han Yurou's nerves were collapsing and collapsing bit by bit.

A string in my brain snapped with a "bang".

There were buzzing sounds in both ears, and a dull pain in the head.

There seemed to be a hand clenched on her heart, forcing her to breathe.

She admitted that Qingqing was right, but she couldn't believe that she had really become a man's plaything.

His face became paler and paler, without a trace of blood.

"I came here originally to share ideas and experiences with you, but I didn't expect you to be so boring. Looking at it this way, I hope that Young Master Pan will win. When I see you on Young Master Pan's bed, are you still so serious?" Qingqing With a "cut", he turned and left.

The sound of her high heels quickly disappeared into the hallway, along with the smell of her perfume.

However, her words still hit Han Yurou's ears word by word.

Words and sentences are like a knife.

As soon as Qingqing left, Han Yurou's whole body collapsed, and an inexplicable feeling spread throughout her body.

He thought that Rong Jincheng brought her here just to play, but he didn't expect... to play such a perverted game.

She is not an open person, and even feels ashamed to be by Rong Jincheng's side, let alone being shared with other men by him.

What did he take her for?

Can you do your best?

Han Yurou's body became very cold, she hugged her arms tightly and squatted down.

The wall was also cold, Han Yurou leaned against the wall, motionless.

Her jet-black hair hung down her shoulders, making her pale even more.

She was already thin, but now she looked like an abandoned doll, dilapidated.

If Rong Jincheng wins, that Qingqing will be his.

If Rong Jincheng loses, she belongs to Pan Wenguang.

Hehe... Han Yurou laughed out loud.

Whether you win or lose, men are winners, and women are just playthings.

With the direct light shining down, Han Yurou's smile was very miserable.

The pain in the heart was unbearable, as if a knife was being gouged out, dripping with blood.

All around, a piece of silence.

At this moment, a thought suddenly flashed in Han Yurou's mind: escape.

As long as she escaped from this hotel for one night, she would have more time.

She doesn't want to be played with by men.

This thought became more and more intense, hitting her nerves, she staggered to her feet, grabbed her coat, and put it on indiscriminately.

(End of this chapter)