Sure enough, she couldn't stand it anymore and put her hand on his chest.

"Don't touch me..."

"Okay." There was still teasing and ridicule in his voice, "Then you answer my questions and be there when I call, and then what?"

At this moment, this man who is two years younger than her is like a devil, even his smile is evil.

Han Yurou shrank her shoulders in fear. This feeling of not being able to get angry, cry, or vent... was very bad.

She was afraid to see his face, especially his half-smiling look.

"Don't want to tell me?" He pressed his hand hard, "Be good, tell me, Rourou."

"Rong Jincheng, please, let me go?"

Let it go... There was a hint of sinisterness in Rong Jincheng's eyes.

"Let you go, what next?" Rong Jincheng smiled.

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

Hearing the word "victim", Rong Jincheng's eyes narrowed, and there was an imperceptible coldness in his eyes.

Victim, what a victim.

"Who made me like you so much that 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? Okay, let's go to bed then?"

Han Yurou gritted her teeth. She could no longer utter a word. The bitterness spread in her throat, bit by bit, like bitter coffee, seeping into her limbs and bones.

This was the first time in more than 20 years that she had tasted this sourness and pain.

What frightened her was that the pain seemed to have no end.

A tear slipped from her eye, falling impartially on Rong Jincheng's arm.

Her tears were cold.

Just like her heart, there is no temperature.

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

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

"Don't do anything to my father." Han Yurou looked at him nervously.

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

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

Almost without stopping, he walked towards the garage.

It was still raining outside, and the sky was overcast and dark.

Rong Jincheng went to the garage and took out a Lamborghini sports car. With a "chi" sound, the car quickly disappeared into the rain.

The huge Jinyuan was hidden in the mist and rain, quiet and quiet.

Han Yurou was disheveled, like a broken doll, slumped on the bed, her eyes were distracted and lifeless.

He didn't know where his gaze was falling, and his eyes were blank and without light.

My heart is broken into pieces and cannot be put back together again.

It was obviously a well-heated living room, but at this moment, her heart felt like it was in an ice cellar, feeling painful, cold, and confused.

The endless sound of rain could be heard in her ears, hitting the window and hitting her heart.

Who is she, what does she want to do, what should she do... Han Yurou suddenly has no clue.

It seemed like there was nothing left.

Rong Jincheng has destroyed everything about her, and her life has no future or brightness.
Chapter completed!