Chapter 237: . Ex-girlfriend of Canary (3)

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After Linlang poured back, she took off her high heels and leaned aside to take a rest.
Someone patted her on the shoulder.
"Sorry, I will ..."
She looked embarrassed and didn't seem to expect to be lazy and caught on the spot.
"Huh, Ahe, how did you come out?"
Lin Lang turned away and froze.
"I don't need me to entertain there, so I came back." He squatted down and reached out to gently rub her slightly red feet, "Standed for so long, are you tired?"
"Oh, don't you, dirty ..." She turned red and wanted to refuse.
Shao Qinghe ignored it and rubbed it for a while before letting go, squatting to put her on high heels.
He handed over a string of silver keys again.
"This is?" Lin Lang looked at him hesitantly.
He whispered, "I opened a room on the third floor with gifts for you. You can open it to see if you like it. It is rare for your birthday. Before twelve o'clock, I will celebrate for you when I close it. . "
She widened her eyes in surprise at first, and then hesitated again, "In fact, it doesn't need to be so grand, it doesn't matter if we go back and celebrate again ..."
"obedient."
The young man stretched out his hand to touch her hair. His eyes dimmed and he turned back.
He stood on the spot and watched people walk away.
Lin Lang entered Shao Qinghe's room for her and closed the door lightly.
This classy room is elegant and luxurious, with smoke-thin purple curtains spreading across the ground, and the lights underneath are vaguely flashing. The floor is covered with colorful handmade carpets that extend to the side of the large bed.
Lin Lang approached, and there was a gift box on the bed, which was a set of pink modified short cheongsam, with a few clusters of beautiful roses embroidered in the corners.
She raised her hand to stroke the delicate silver-red piping.
Really willing.
Leaving a girl who was wholehearted in him in exchange for a more promising future.
Shi Linlang wore this cheongsam personally selected by him. On the 17th birthday, he packed it into a beautiful gift and gave it to another strange man.
Lin Lang gently untied the neck tie, and the ribbon slipped down.
There are also wounds on the back of the hand that have been cracked due to frostbite, and the light red traces have damaged the beauty.
She stuck out her tongue and licked it gently.
Men like to raise a canary, love its gorgeous feathers, but pity its soft voice, and more importantly, its fate is all in the hands of the owner, beautiful without danger, and can be pampered with care.
However, the initiative to tame and be tame has never been in the dominant position.
Extreme weakness is also a natural weapon in some ways.
"Click-"
Someone turned the door.
"Ah?"
She tilted her head and looked out. She held her hair in both hands and held a red string in her mouth. She looked charming.
The man skimmed her little feet on the carpet, slender and well-proportioned, and her thin ankles were quite delicate.
"who are you?"
The look on the girl's face changed from joy to defense.
"Ok?"
The interior is luxuriously and exquisitely furnished, and the warm lighting is like finely divided silver leaves, decorating the furniture more and more colorful. The man who appeared in sight was slightly wider in a black gown, loosely covering the thin body, cutting his hair neatly, and his eyebrows were a bit deep and sharp.
It may not seem obvious, but it can bite the enemy's throat at a critical moment.
"Hello, my surname is Rong."
He was obviously familiar with the situation in front of him, pacing slowly.
"That ... Mr. Rong, are you in the wrong room?"
The girl's hands were at a loss and she didn't seem to know what to do.
"No."
He is concise.
"Someone asked me to come."
She seemed startled, as if she realized something, and took a few steps back in disbelief.
"Deception, impossible ..."
She quickly hurried towards the door.
When passing by, was stopped.
He held out his hand flatly, just in front of her waist and abdomen, and his tone remained steady.
"I'm Rongjiu, I don't do loss trading."
Under the calm dark tide, there is a vortex that devours everything.
Shanghai Beach is the focal point of the separatist forces of all parties, and many owls have emerged, and the glory of the Rong family is unparalleled in terms of wealth accumulation. Rong Jiu, who was a big master, started from scratch and climbed from an unknown junior to the peak and became a of wealth.
Legend has it that he turned a stone into gold, and his magical powers are omnipotent.
More people are afraid of his ruthless style.
Lin Lang heard the most from the companions who worked together as the
taste
of the Rongda master. He prefers young female companions, especially the young girl with cardamom branches.
"What trade, me, I don't know what you are talking about."
She was just right to perform the panic of the sixteen-year-old girl, as if she encountered something dirty, she took a step back and bypassed the man's arm.
Fingertips touched the doorknob.
Immediately, another palm larger than her covered her, and her large chest was pressed against her back. The girl's fascinating fragrance made the man's body temperature rise gradually, and the silver chain pocket watch that he tied to his chest was cold, half cold and half hot, and strangely grinds.
Looking down at her neck, she dyed a touch of pink as she exhaled, and the patience exceeded the limit.
"Boom--"
Lin Lang was dragged back by him.
The next moment fell into the bed.
The man followed him.
"Mr. Rong, Mr. Rong, please stop!"
However, Mr. Rong ignored her cry, long legs separated, kneeling on her waist, fine fingers spinning around the cheongsam knot.
The delicate swallow buckle is very suitable for her appearance.
He thought so.
Her eyes glanced at her blushing face in suspicion, fear and anger, even more dazzling than Zhaoxia's beauty.
Mr. Rong's hand moved faster, ignoring her struggle.
In terms of physical strength, most women suffer more, so he easily restrained people. The sound of clothes rubbing was heard, and the man held his opponent's hands high above his head with one hand.
He took a sip of red sandalwood.
Very sweet.
Slightly fishy.
She bleeds his lip bite.
Mr Rong blinked.
What a brave little guy.
Does she know where the last person who hurt herself is now?
But she was obviously not well-behaved, and at the next moment he bit his tongue fiercely. The extreme pain stimulated her senses, and the rusty and sweet taste ran wildly.
Mr. Rong did not check, was overturned by her, and lay on his back on the bed.
The girl pulled her feet back flexibly, jumped down, and ran to the door quickly. Half of the cheongsam was lifted to the thigh by him, and vaguely saw the white lace petticoat.
The prey escaped from his hand, and Mr. Rong pressed his wet forehead in a hurry.
He got up and walked slowly in the direction of her escape.
There was no one in the corridor, but the lights hanging from the top were several times brighter than the room, dazzling.
She ran barefoot and stopped suddenly around the corner.
A figure stood straight, wearing a supervisor's uniform, and the dark purple bow tie was meticulous.
He heard the sound and turned his face slightly.
The black pupil reflected her embarrassed appearance, with a few strands of blood on the corner of her mouth.
The pink cheongsam was ragged and even folded to the thigh. The silver-red buckle was unbuttoned, revealing a nice snow color, with gnaw marks printed on it, as if the beast was crossing the border.
Her face was full of horror.
When he saw him, the panic was suddenly replaced by surprise, like seeing the stars in the dark mud.
"Ah!"
The girl's eyes were red, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, her weak body trembling in her arms, "I, I was just robbed ..." She said incoherently, "That person is so strange. ,he……"
Shao Qinghe did not speak.
Let the tears wet his shirt.
The footsteps behind him were getting closer.
Her anxiety was getting heavier and more trembling.
Just like the dying crucian carp.
She looked up at him with a tear-stained face, almost crying and begging, "Ahe, shall we leave here? Can we make money elsewhere, I and I will work harder and fight twice Worker, let you go abroad ... "
Shao Qinghe looked down at her, and his black eyes were as calm as ever.
"Uh ... uh ..."
The apology about to be exported was blocked between the soft lips.
She stepped barefoot on his leather shoes and stood tall.
The first kiss, wrapped in bitterness.
"Please, don't leave me ..."
The hoarse voice gradually became desperate.
She stroked his cheek from her cheekbones to her chin.
"You said that I would be a good wife. When I was eighteen, marry me into the door ..." Even if she was crying, her appearance was still beautiful, and she was so beautiful.
Shao Qinghe can still remember that day, he bought her a wooden comb with a meager salary for her hair.
In the customary ceremonies, the comb is the old-fashioned thing for old age.
She was quite cherished, and she was careful every time she combed her hair, for fear of damaging it for half a point. Later, he sent no more ornaments than the wooden comb.
"I am sorry."
He finally said this completely.
"lady."
An alienated and polite name separates the Jingwei world.
She lost her soul and unconsciously let go of her palm. The red string of hair fell on the ground, and there was no trace of noise.
"Shao Qinghe, I hate you."
She suddenly went crazy and thumped him in the chest.
"You are a bastard! King bastard! You have no heart, your beasts are better than--"
Someone covered her mouth from behind.
"Hush, I don't like swearing girls."
An unfamiliar and indifferent breath flew across her neck, and her face instantly turned pale, and all her blood color faded.
She grabbed Shao Qinghe's left hand, exhausted all her energy, and even stabbed her nails into the meat.
A tingling.
He lowered his eyes and slowly opened her hand.
This move undoubtedly interrupted her last survival path.
The only love left in the girl's eyes disappeared.
Instead, it is hatred.