Wen Tong reacted and realized what was being pretended here. For a moment, a sense of shame came to her heart, but she could only endure it. This was the path she chose. No matter what was waiting in front of her, her
The only choice is to go on.
I squeezed the medicine bottle in my hand so hard that my palms were sweating. Finally, I put it into my schoolbag and stuffed it at the bottom.
He took her to the bar and then drove away in his car.
Sure enough, as he said, he only needs her at night, and if she satisfies his desires, she will be worthless.
Watching the sports car disappear into the night, I felt a faint sense of loss, like a doll abandoned by its owner, standing alone on the street.
Because it was the weekend, the bar was extremely lively. Wen Tong first apologized to the manager, but the manager had no time to scold her and was busy arranging for her to play.
Her voice is as clean and transparent as her own, so she sits on the stage, opens her thin lips and sings softly, which is the relaxing time in the bar.
After singing the song, she bowed and the host suddenly came up with a large bouquet of roses and said with a wide smile, "Wen Tong, this is from Mr. Qi from the VIP seat."
It was her first time to receive flowers, and it was still such a big bouquet of roses. The little girl had a bad temper and couldn't help but look at the flowers a few more times. She must have put a lot of thought into them, because the dewdrops on them had not yet faded.
Seeing that she still didn't reach out to pick it up, the host hurriedly reminded in a low voice, "Young Master Qi is someone not easy to mess with. You should accept it first and don't cause trouble for yourself."
Wen Tong thought for a while and reached out to take it.
She sent the flowers backstage and came back to sing the second song.
As a result, that young master Qi sent flowers again, this time, it was a large bouquet of blue enchantress.
Suddenly, there was a sound of booing from the audience, and someone whistled sharply. She raised her head and looked at the VIP box on the second floor. A relatively handsome young man stood leaning on the railing and snapped his fingers to her.
Wen Tong hurriedly lowered her head, reached out to take the flower, and turned away as if fleeing.
"Yeah, our little pupil has received flowers." Ruman held a cigarette and reached out to touch the petals of the blue enchantress, "It's still such a precious flower."
"I heard it was given by Mr. Qi, maybe he has taken a liking to our little Tong." The ladies in the background were cheering.
"Go, go, little Tong is only a few years old, but she has no time to care about these idle people."
Wen Tong listened to them with a smile, but suddenly she became worried, what should she do with these flowers? It is absolutely impossible to take them home, but people have good intentions and cannot throw them away.
Seeing that Ruman liked it, she immediately pushed the flower in front of her and said, "Sister Ruman, I'll give it to you."
Although Ru Man is the young lady here, she has always taken good care of her.
"Really?" Ruman was overjoyed. Her little family really lacked these flowers and colors.
"Yes." Wen Tong nodded vigorously, feeling that she had really done a good thing. Sister Ruman was happy and did not waste other people's kindness.
So, when she walked out of the bar, she was in a particularly good mood.
Because it was Beichen Xiao who sent her here, she left the bicycle at school. She checked the time and saw that she could still catch the last bus.
The distance between the three stations is neither far nor close.
"Miss Wen." Someone suddenly called her from behind, with a hint of bohemianism in her voice.
Wen Tong turned around and saw Mr. Qi walking towards her.
I heard from Sister Ruman that his father was very rich, so others respectfully called him Qi Shao.
Facing a strange man, Wen Tong's reaction was wary. She grabbed the strap of her schoolbag and looked at him carefully.
I have to say that she is really a natural little fairy. The way she purses her lips and frowns at this moment highlights a hint of stubborn weakness, which makes people feel distressed to the bone, and they want to rub it into the flesh and blood hard. It is best to press it hard.
Go to bed and enjoy it.
This is what Mr. Qi was thinking at this time, so he turned his eyes and focused on her empty palm.
"You don't like the flowers I gave you?"
"Please don't spend any more money in the future." She did not answer his question directly, but expressed her rejection tactfully.
"Ha." Mr. Qi chuckled, then suddenly grabbed her chin and pushed her toward the street lamp behind him. The contempt and desire in his eyes were clearly revealed, "You are really good at pretending to be pure. I have to say, you
It successfully attracted me and I became interested in you."
Wen Tong wanted to open his hand, but he cut his arm back and pressed her whole body against her.
He smiled wildly and evilly, "Rejoice in your success, I want you now."
As he said that, he lowered his head and was about to kiss her.
Those tempting lips opened and closed, as if they were inviting people to taste them. How could he miss such an opportunity?
"Go away." Wen Tong turned her face away with force, letting his lips slide against her flying hair. Her refusal made him angry. He used two fingers to firmly fix her jaw, forcing her to open it.
Xiaozui, accept him.
"Try touching her again."
An emotionless voice suddenly emerged in the dark night. The surrounding air pressure suddenly dropped a few points, and even the weather became gloomy.
The dark wind gusted behind him, as if it were a demon seeking life from hell. The invisible pressure made Mr. Qi shiver all over.
He quickly turned around and took a breath of air.
A man was leaning against a black car, with a newly lit cigar burning in his hand, the rising smoke intertwining between his slender fingers.
His whole body seemed to be hidden in the light and shadow, flickering in and out.