Mr. Huang hugged the voluptuous young girl with a cigarette in his mouth and unscrupulously looked at Murong Rong, who was wearing a long black dress and showing off her curves. He smiled wildly: "Mr. Song is indeed a person who does great things.
Such a beautiful wife is willing to give up."
Song Chuhe apologized and said with a smile: "She offended Mr. Huang in a naive manner before, and she was always very uneasy. She asked me to bring her over to apologize to Mr. Huang, so I had no choice but to bring people over."
"Oh?" Mr. Huang shook his legs: "Apologise? Why don't you punish yourself with three drinks first? Let me feel your sincerity."
"Rong Rong, what are you still doing?" Song Chuhe urged. When Murong Rong didn't move, he said coldly: "Think about your daughter, are you really prepared to watch her die of illness?"
Seeing the threat in Song Chuhe's eyes, Murong Rong was filled with sadness. She gritted her teeth and walked over, picked up a wine glass, poured a full glass, and drank it.
After the transparent liquid entered his throat, a burning sensation immediately came over him. Murong Rong's face instantly turned red and he coughed due to choking. His stomach also felt burning and uncomfortable, and physiological tears were forced from the corners of his eyes.
Murong Rong forced herself to drink three glasses of wine and managed to stay calm through the pain of clenching her teeth.
"I misremembered the time before, causing Mr. Huang and others to delay our cooperation. It's all my fault. Please forgive Mr. Huang."
"It's easy to say, it's easy to say. Such a beautiful woman, sincerely apologizing, I can't bear to blame you." After saying that, he reached out to grab Murong Rong's wrist.
Murong Rong originally wanted to hide, but he was too dizzy. He was pulled so hard that he fell down on the sofa. Mr. Huang also pressed him over.
Song Chuhe was overjoyed when he saw this and quickly dragged the reluctant girl away.
Looking at Murong Rong, who had rosy cheeks and a peach-like face, Mr. Huang became lustful and said, "Little beauty, if you serve me well, there will be no problem with the contract."
He approached Murong Rong, his fat face glistening under the light, his mouth exuded a disgusting taste, and he raised his hand to tear off her clothes.
"Get away!"
Murong Rong was so frightened that she screamed. She couldn't help but raise her leg and kicked Mr. Huang hard between his legs. While he was crying out in pain, he pushed him away and ran out of the box.
Mr. Huang was completely irritated and roared angrily: "Come here! Get that stinky bitch back! This time, I have to kill her!"
After hearing the order, the bodyguard immediately chased after Murong Rong.
Listening to the footsteps getting closer and closer behind her, Murong Rong felt fear in her heart. If she was really caught, she would die!
Suddenly, she saw a gap in the door of a box, and rushed in regardless, shouting: "Please let me hide, someone is trying to catch me behind!"
"Is it you? I didn't expect to meet you here today."
Murong Rong subconsciously raised her head and saw a romantic young man. Her eyes were filled with confusion. She did not recognize this man.
At this time, Mr. Huang had already caught up with him with a ferocious expression: "You little bitch! I will definitely kill you this time!"
Murong Rong shook violently, rushed to the window without hesitation, and climbed up to the window on tiptoes.
Suddenly an arm suddenly stretched out and dragged her down.
"This is the tenth floor. Do you want to die?"
Murong Rong was caught off guard and fell into the broad embrace.
The refreshing smell of menthol smoke spread into her nostrils along with the hormonal smell unique to men.
This breath was so familiar that Murong Rong was in a trance.
She subconsciously raised her head and looked at the man who appeared in front of her.
He stood with his back to the light, his handsome face shining in the brilliance, as dazzling as a god descending from the sky.
Murong Rong looked dazed, but he didn't expect to meet Rong Jiuci again. In just a few days, they met countless times.
Every time he met her, she was in such a mess. For some reason, Murong Rong suddenly felt particularly ashamed.
Just as Murong Rong was about to struggle, she heard the door of the box being knocked open, and Mr. Huang and his men were shouting curses.
Murong Rong couldn't help but trembled, and ignored the struggle. The small hand on his chest tightly grasped the fabric of his shirt, and she lay tremblingly in Rong Jiuci's arms, pleading in a low voice: "Help me.
"
She was very scared, knowing very well what would happen if she fell into the hands of a man like Mr. Huang.
Rong Jiuci looked at Murong Rong's fearful look, his handsome face darkened, and his eyes were filled with gloom.
Huo Yanshen blocked Mr. Huang: "Hey, it's Mr. Huang. No wonder he is so majestic. Who do you want to kill?"
When Mr. Huang saw Huo Yanshen, a flattering smile immediately appeared on his fat face: "Mr. Huo, I'm so sorry for bumping into you. I'll apologize to you in person some other time. Today I'll deal with this little bitch first."
As Mr. Huang said that, he looked into the box. When he saw the man holding Murong Rong, he was so frightened that he almost collapsed to the ground.
"Rong Rong Rong...Rong Rong!"
Mr. Huang never expected that the box he broke into actually belonged to Rong Jiuci.
The daring girl who was chased by him just now was lying intimately in Rong Jiuci's arms, like a lover.
In Rongcheng, although he has some power, he is far behind compared to Rong Jiuci.
The reason why Rong Cheng's surname is Rong is because Rong Jiuci's surname is Rong, and he is the unequivocal king of this city.
The woman he wanted to sleep with just now was actually related to an evil god. Cold sweat broke out on Mr. Huang's body instantly.
"Why don't you get out? Are you waiting for my ninth brother to let you down for a drink?"
"Don't dare, don't dare, get out of here." Mr. Huang seemed to have received an amnesty. When he retreated to the door of the box, he couldn't help but raise his head and take a look at the situation in the box.
Rong Jiuci's big palm clasped Murong Rong's waist, and when he looked over, his eyes were as sharp as knives.
Mr. Huang was so frightened that he shivered.
Huo Yan saw it deeply in his eyes and reminded him coldly: "Mr. Huang, you are indeed very smart, so you must understand what kind of women you cannot touch, you know?"
Mr. Huang shuddered again and lowered his head deeply: "Thank you Mr. Huo for reminding me. I will definitely repay you for your kindness."
When he turned around, the expression on his face had become ferocious.
Good Song Chuhe knows that this woman is attracted by Mr. Rong, yet he dares to send her to his bed. This is to kill him!
Hearing the door of the box being closed, Murong Rong's tense body relaxed, her drunkenness surged, and her brain suddenly became confused.
Especially since this embrace was so broad and warm, she couldn't help but feel at ease.
He noticed that the girl's little face was rubbing against his chest, and the gentle itching seemed to be lingering in his heart through his clothes.
"Murong Rong."
Rong Jiuci called out, but Murong Rong did not move.
"Murong Rong." He squeezed her waist with his big hand as a reminder.
Murong Rong still lay on his chest without moving.
Rong Jiuci couldn't bear it and clasped her shoulders and pushed her up, but he saw that Murong Rong had closed his eyes and was lying in his arms drunk.