Evening Rose

Chapter 12 - Those Willing to Get on the Bus

His head hurt so much that it felt like it was about to explode. His eyelids darkened even more.

However, the sky was clearly bright, and the excitement made my eyes uncomfortable. I finally opened my eyes with great difficulty, as it was extremely uncomfortable for me due to the dryness and swelling pain.

I looked around.

This was a luxurious suite, with thick curtains, exquisite decorations, and paintings. There were flowers arranged on the sofa.

My gaze moved from far to near, and finally landed on myself.

Only then did I realize that I was lying on a large round bed. I was wrapped in a nightgown and the faint spring light was scattered about. The bed was already a mess!

The clothes on the floor were scattered.

I —

It was out!

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Screaming, I clutched at the quilt and curled up.

After a while, he calmed down and felt that something was wrong. This was not the first time he felt this way. Other than having a headache after drinking too much, there was no other reaction from his body!

I pulled back the covers and looked at the sheets again. I didn't see the red I'd imagined.

I heaved a sigh of relief. Only then did I hear the sound of water splashing in the room. There was still the stack of money on the bed.

Remembering what he said, if I took the money, it would be his people. I felt disgusted, but I couldn't drink with them for nothing. I took 500 yuan from the money, stuffed it into my underwear, and quietly got off the bed.

Picking up his clothes from the floor, he put them on, then carried his shoes barefooted as he walked towards the door, ready to leave!

I carefully twisted the handle of the door, afraid that it would make too much noise. I lured the person who was taking a bath out.

When I finally opened the door, I breathed a sigh of relief.

A deep, manly voice came from behind him, "What are you doing?"

My whole body went stiff, and I felt a chill down my spine. I didn't look back as I quickly slipped away!

"If you dare to leave, you don't have to go to Hua Du anymore!" The man's voice was impolite as he pinched my veins and said.

I turned around and looked at him. Before I could finish my sentence, I realized that it wasn't Gu Dong!

The man was a little familiar to me.

I tilted my head and carefully looked at him. I just couldn't remember where I had seen him, so I just looked at him …

Last night's situation appeared in my mind. I had too much to drink, so Gu Dong wanted to take me to wrap up the night. I wanted to escape, but ended up bumping into someone's arms. I felt that it was a bit familiar, so I sized them up …

Then, I can't remember what happened after that!

And this man seemed to be the same man I'd seen before the last film.

"You … you are …" I looked at him, pondering.

The man didn't look very good. His face was terrifyingly black as he walked towards me step by step. He was very tall, and I felt like I could only reach his chest.

He walked in front of me and said condescendingly.

"Don't remember what you did last night? "Then let me give you a review. Last night, you …"

"He vomited all over me!"

I was shocked, as if there was such a thing!

When he finished, he still seemed disgusted, and his handsome face was twisted together.

I smiled awkwardly before I replied apologetically, "I'm sorry. I thought I wouldn't get drunk!" I looked at the floor. There was a black suit in the trash, stained. Then he continued, "Why don't I help you wash your clothes and treat it as an apology?"

"Are you joking with me?" The man took a step forward and continued to look at me in a low voice.

I jerked and shrank back.

He grabbed my hand, and when he pulled, I bumped into him.

"You, what are you trying to do?" I asked, swallowing, looking into his face.

"What do you think I want? What are you? "What am I?" He looked at me with interest.

What am I? I am a lady and he is a customer. What else can I do in a hotel? I was really stupid, but I don't know why his eyes didn't show me the hunger I felt when he used to be a prostitute.

Was it an illusion? She didn't want me very much.

His hand closed around my chin, forcing me to look at him. "What are you thinking?"

"No, I'm just thinking I had a hangover last night and I'm reeking of alcohol right now. The boss seems to be a very talented person, so he probably doesn't have any interest in me now, right?" I smiled stiffly and played with him.

The man sneered and continued, "Oh? I'm afraid you're wrong. "

I still didn't understand what he meant. He picked me up and threw me onto the bed.

The bed was very soft, but my stomach was still in my stomach. The man tore off his bathrobe and pressed down on me.

Of course, I'm not thinking about this. What I should be thinking about now is my own situation.

I flinched back, and the man grabbed my bare feet and pulled at him.

"You should quickly curry favor with me while I'm still in the mood. Otherwise, if you find out who I am, you might regret it!" The man's thin, cool lips drew lightly, and his fingers circled my feet.

I felt a tingle.

Know who he is? He looks so familiar, could it be that we've really met him before?

"Who are you?" I asked him again. After all, I had seen so few people. He couldn't be my foster mother's prostitute, could he?

As I thought of this, I directly asked, "Did you ever take advantage of a woman called Hua Huo in the back streets of the West Market?"

"The back street of the West Market? Do you think I'm the kind of person who would like to get on a bus? " The man's eyes were clearly filled with anger, as if I was insulting him!

I felt that there was a glimmer of hope and hastily said, "I was born in the back street of the West Market. Hua Huo is my mother and I am just a small bus. So, you better let me go!"

"You were born in Back Street? Mother's called Flower Fire? " The man's thick eyebrows twitched as if he had thought of something.

I immediately lit up and asked, "What's the matter?" Did he have an impression of it? Have you ever met my mother? "

The man looked at me carefully. It was as if he was thinking about where I had seen him before.

"Weng … weng …"

The phone rang and the man jumped up.