Don't play tricks on the rich and powerful

363 Chapter 4 Treating Me Hard ([-])
After he finished speaking, he stood up and left without taking a bite of food.

Cheng Nuo poked hard on the plate with his chopsticks, really not giving her a chance to gossip.

Zhuo Yaohui pulled her into the car directly, and the man drove the car very fast without saying a word.

Zhao Yimei was sitting on the seat next to her, her lips were tightened, and the tears in her eyes overflowed with his fast speed. She tried her best to hold back the tears to prevent them from overflowing Come.

The car drove a long way, but stopped suddenly.

The man suddenly hammered his fists hard on the steering wheel.

The sharp whistle of the car is like an emotion that cannot be vented, annoyance, regret, disgust, and hatred.

All emotions are entangled.

Pedestrians on the side of the road all looked over, but he didn't seem to notice.

After stopping for half a minute, he opened the door and got out of the car, and handed over the car keys to the parking boy.

Zhao Yimei raised her eyes and saw the name of the hotel at a glance. She withdrew her arm vigorously and shouted sharply for the first time, "Zhuo Yaohui, let me go!"

But the man's strength is not comparable to hers. The entanglement between the two has already attracted the attention and whispers of the people around them. Although they are not well-known figures, Zhao Yimei really doesn't want to be in the crowd because of how big this place is. In fact, she relaxed, and quickly approached him, almost begging, "Let me go."

Zhuo Yaohui remained silent, he stretched out his hand and led her to the front desk.

"I'll book a room," he said, "room 2103."

Then take out your ID card.

As soon as he reported the room number, Zhao Yimei became completely quiet.

It was as quiet as dead silence.

Some things have been in my heart for many years.

It's all over, why do you still have to open her wounds cruelly.

Is this the man she loves?

Have you never thought about her wounds, in fact, they have never healed.

All the time, there was blood.

No matter how glamorous and charming she is on the surface, she is also corrupt and decadent on the inside.

No matter how strong and neat she looks, she is really a coward.

Armed herself, she circled around him, unwilling to leave, and dared not confess.

No matter how positive she was, she never told him, Zhuo Yaohui, I love you.

This year, it has always been.

In fact, Zhao Yimei knew very well that this was the last retreat she left for herself.

As long as she doesn't say it.

One day, the seat next to him is taken.

She can also pretend to leave calmly.

Even if she pretends, she still has to pretend she doesn't care.

This is Zhao Yimei.

But why, why did you force her like this.

When he dragged her to the door of the room, Zhao Yimei suddenly squatted down and cried bitterly.

She was still clutched by him with one wrist, and pressed the other hand on her eyes. The suppressed crying sound overflowed from between her lips and teeth. Her eyes hurt, her heart hurt, and every cell in her body hurt.

"Why are you here?"

Zhuo Yaohui stretched out his hand to pull her up, and his arm was put under her armpit, almost hugging her.

The man's jaw line was tense, he didn't say a word, he swiped his card to open the door, and dragged her in together.

The door closed behind him.

The room was a bit dark at noon because the curtains were drawn.

In the room, a large bed was placed in the middle.

He dragged her to the bed.

The atmosphere between the two was surprisingly silent, Zhao Yimei sucked in her breath hard, tears still flowing out.

Zhuo Yaohui let go of his hand, and his fingers dug into the tie around his neck and loosened it vigorously.

He turned and sat on the bed.

The soft bed pressed down with his weight.

But it seemed to be pressing on Zhao Yimei's heart, and he pressed it hard.

She only felt that her breathing was an inch short, and her whole chest was stretched and hurt badly.

Zhuo Yaohui raised his head, and fixed his gaze on her tear-stained face, "I thought about a lot of places you would go, but I never thought of a place like a hotel. With such a big heart, how many people can it accommodate? "

The fingertips curled up and curled up in the palm of her hand, pinching her palm hard, trembling from the pain.

Zhuo Yaohui stood up suddenly, he stretched out his hand to take her hand, opened her fingertips little by little, looked at the clear finger marks on her palm, the man's brows were cold and heavy, he stretched out his hand to press her cheek, The wet and cool temperature of tears seeped into the bottom of my heart.

The warmth of his palm made her nostalgic.

Zhao Yimei really likes the feeling of him caressing her like this, and she really likes the warmth of his embrace.

Her eyelashes blinked lightly, with some drops of water on them, trembling and pitiful.

"Yaohui."

She called his name softly, and there were some explanations on her lips, but she couldn't say anything.

Zhuo Yaohui put his hand on her lips, motioning her to keep silent, his palm pressed against her cheek, and his face moved towards her, their lips were almost touching, such a close distance, there should be deep affection, each other's He could hear the sound of breathing clearly, but his eyes were full of alienation and indifference.

Zhao Yimei closed her eyes with difficulty.

I just heard him say, "I've thought about it countless times, what would I do to you if I were Zheng Ye. Is that so?"

He said, kissing her lips hard.

Arms wrapped around her waist, one forcefully, the two of them fell onto the bed together.

She was crushed under him.

Eyes filled with fear.

But the man who hugged her didn't let go, and forcefully tore off the clothes on her body.

My head hurt like it was about to explode, and those chaotic and unbearable memories rushed into my mind like crazy, Zhao Yimei suddenly swung her arm over forcefully, and the sharp nails scratched the man's neck, deep, hard Yes, as if to cut his flesh arteries.

"Go away!"

she shouted.

The voice trembled and was helpless.

Zhuo Yaohui tilted his head slightly, his neck was burning with pain, but he never let go of his hands clasping her body.

He looked down at her.

His eyes were cold, "Don't you want to accuse him of rape?"

Zhao Yimei gritted her teeth, tears welled up, and she said in a low voice, "Attempted rape."

"So, knowing that there will be such a result, you still want to avoid me?" Zhuo Yaohui's eyes were full of sarcasm, and he rubbed his palm on her face, "If the two are in love, it's okay to say something different. You Kind enough for him, but kind enough for me."

(End of this chapter)