Bo Shao don't talk about love: I am an acting school

But would someone like Sang Jiuqing be afraid? She was afraid of a ball!Even if she is raped, she is the one who can make herself comfortable before calling the police. Anyway, if she can't resist, she can lie down and enjoy it.

The atmosphere in the box suddenly heated up, the two became entangled, and could still faintly hear cursing.

"Sang Jiuqing, you damn woman! Come down!"

"Heh, it's not the first time I fucked you."

Bo Luocheng looked at someone sullenly, and told him rationally, this is not possible, how could you, Mr. Bai, let a woman fuck twice, and it was the same fucking woman.

Everyone outside the box was embarrassed, go in, who the hell knows what's going on inside, don't go in, I'm so curious.

On the contrary, Sang Rou seemed rather embarrassed.

Yes, her fiancé kicked her out to be alone with such a loose woman, and if something happened, she would still be a man.

Sang Rou's face was almost distorted, she squeezed her hands bitterly, her knuckles turned white, and bit her lips tightly, looking pitiful.

"Miss Sang, you go back first, I don't think Los Angeles will be able to leave for a while."

Zhuang Zizhou leaned against the railing, his collar was a little messed up, and the sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows, he was a little dignified.

It's good that he didn't speak, but as soon as he opened his mouth, everyone noticed her, and their eyes were all looking at the show, which was wonderful.

Sang Rou felt a little embarrassed, and couldn't even squeeze out a fake smile, and didn't even know what to say to ease the embarrassment.

For the woman inside, I really disliked it indescribably, like eating a fly, but she could only leave with eyes full of resentment.

Waiting any longer is just embarrassing.

As soon as Sang Rou left, everyone looked at the closed box door and raised their hands, forget it, go back to their respective houses, and find their respective mothers.

……

After Sang Jiuqing woke up, he patted his head with some headaches. The fragments from last night poured out like a movie replay.

The corners of his mouth twitched, and he looked around the room, thinking that the dog hadn't eaten up Boluo City's conscience, turned his head and saw the check on the bedside, and raised his eyebrows.

There were ugly handwriting on it, yes, crooked, like bugs crawling, the corners of Sang Jiuqing's mouth twitched, which was at the level of the first grade of elementary school.

—The reward for last night.

Heh, 1000 million.

Sang Jiuqing put the check in her bag, and she was very satisfied. It cost 1000 million yuan to accompany her for one night. In the world of rich people, she only paid a few thousand yuan after working hard in filming. She thought that she would be a mistress in the future. Yes, house, car, everything.

This should be his home in Boluo City, a majestic European-style mansion, the crystal lamp on the ceiling almost blinded Sang Jiuqing's eyes, how much the hell it cost.

Forgive her superficiality, only saw the room full of money.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw Sang Rou standing outside the door with a stiff face.

"Morning."

Sang Jiuqing is probably the only one who can greet someone so calmly after sleeping with her fiancé.

Sang Rou's face turned blue and white, and she almost threw the purse in her hand on Sang Jiuqing's face, and caught a glimpse of a corner of the check in the other's bag.

The disdain and disgust in my heart are even deeper, but she is a woman who is out to sell, and talking to her will lower my status.

Sang Jiuqing thought about how calm this woman is, and she still doesn't scold her after she's like this. After so many years, she seems to have improved.

"For someone else's husband, it's fun to play with."

Sang Jiuqing yawned. She didn't sleep well last night, so it's no wonder she isn't sleepy now.

Sang Rou snorted coldly when she met such a shameless woman for the first time.

"You know it's her husband, but you still take the initiative to pick it up, don't you think it's cheap?"

Compared with the previous experience, these words are just like tickling.

"That's right, I'm cheap, and he just likes my cheap. On the bed, he screams loudly one after another."

"you!"

Sang Rou raised her hand, with disgust and anger in her eyes, and her whole body was a little manic.

Sang Jiuqing lightly pinched the other's wrist and brushed her hair.

"Miss Sang, my face is very precious, and I have made a fortune from it. You can't destroy it."

After Sang Jiuqing finished speaking, she slammed the opponent's hand away, and began to lower her head to put on her shoes calmly, and the marks on her neck were exposed in front of Sang Rou like that.

"shameless!"

Sang Jiuqing ignored it, this kind of pediatric talk was like the wind in her ears, and it passed away.

After putting on the shoes, he brushed his hair, squinted at Sang Rou, chuckled, and left...

This appearance made Sang Rou so angry that she was half dead, okay, now even a random bitch can climb on her head, wait, she won't let her go!

……

Sang Jiuqing went back to the apartment, took out the check and put it in front of An Hong, narrowing her eyes.

"Pay off your debt."

An Hong was taken aback for a moment, seeing the other party's appearance, how could she not know what happened, and felt a pain in her heart.

"Jiuqing..."

Before the provocative words came out of his mouth, he was blocked by this woman's words.

"Well, why are you so distressed? I use someone else's fiance, and I still have money. I don't know how comfortable I am."

The corner of An Hong's mouth twitched, seeing the woman's beautiful eyebrows, knowing that the other party was not joking, she put the check in her pocket with peace of mind.

Sang Jiuqing took one side of the wine and poured himself a glass, his eyes were floating and he couldn't see clearly after all.

Everything she said was true, especially that the other person was Sang Rou, and she felt even happier.

……

"These are the toys I don't want. I gave them to you, illegitimate daughter."

"Your mother is a mistress, and you will be a mistress when you grow up. They are all equally disgusting."

"Seduce my father, make my mother sad, you bastard, you deserve to die."

The 11-year-old Sang Rou pointed at her nose and cursed. Behind her were bodyguards in suits and leather shoes. Her eyes were disdainful, like a high-ranking princess, a little princess in an ivory tower, surrounded by stars and full of halos.And I am not even a beggar on the side of the road.

"Do you know what chocolate is? A bastard is a bastard, who spends his whole life at the bottom!"

"Your mother is dead, why are you still alive?! You even found the imperial capital. Is this kind of place someone like you can come to?!"

At that time, she was still nine years old, she had just lost her mother, and she was thinking of her father who would make her mother worry about her. She begged all the way to the imperial capital, and what she got in return was endless abuse and beatings.

Human feelings are cold and warm, and the world is vicissitudes. She experienced it all when she was nine years old. That heart was broken and stuck again, and broken and stuck again.

Her coolness started from that time...