Luo Wei'an's eyes were red, and he was about to cover himself and kiss him, when suddenly there was a violent knock on the door: "Guest, please open the door, there is something urgent!"

He froze, his anger rising, and he wanted to kill.

Afraid that the person who had fainted would wake up again, he had to get up, quickly tidy up his clothes, and take the quilt to cover Luo Qingying slightly.

When he opened the door and saw no one at the door, he became even angrier and leaned out.

With a muffled bang, Luo Wei'an threw himself on the ground and lost consciousness.

There were three people outside the door.

There are two waiters, a man and a woman, and one more, Yang Zhengting.

When the waiter smashed people, he stood a little farther away, and the plan was that if he failed and was seen by Luo Wei'an, he would pretend to pass by.

After confirming that the person had fainted, Yang Zhengting motioned for the person to be taken away.

Yang Zhengting found that Luo Qingying was wrong at the bus stop.

He tried to drive over, but was overrun by a taxi.

At first, he didn't suspect the taxi too much, and followed behind.

The taxi stopped halfway through, and a woman came over and got into the car.

Yang Zhengting was puzzled and continued to follow, and the taxi finally stopped at a hotel he was familiar with, and the woman who got into the car behind helped Luo Qingying out and entered the hotel.

Yang Zhengting also followed up with parking.

As a result, the woman left Luo Qingying at the door of a room, knocked on the door and left.

Seeing Luo Wei'an come out of the room, Yang Zhengting was stunned, thinking for a moment whether he had misunderstood, but Luo Qingying's reaction told him that things were really developing in a very ridiculous direction.

Yang Zhengting entered the room, walked to the bedside, and lifted the quilt.

Girl with soaking wet chest...... The hair is messy, the long eyelashes are closed, and the cheeks and lips are pink and seductive.

After a long time, Yang Zhengting turned his face away.

The usually gentle, handsome and gentle face looks gloomy at this time.

His gaze fell on the cover on the bedside table.

Walked over and picked up a few with a blank face.

……

In the early morning, Luo Qingying suddenly woke up from his dream, and his heart was beating wildly, as if he was about to jump out of his chest.

Glancing at it in fear, my heart was half cold.

She was still in the room, and the obvious smell of alcohol made her remember Luo Wei'an frantically pouring her heart, and her heart contracted violently.

hand, caressing the body in fear, she didn't have a thread under the quilt......

Her mind was buzzing, like an earthquake, like a tsunami, and her face was bloodless.

When I got up, I found that the underwear was in the quilt, and the long sleeves of the bottom were torn at the neckline.

Tears welled up in her eyes, she trembled, struggled to put on her clothes, her white feet fell to the floor, and she saw a few used condoms.

She softened, sat down on the bed, and wept bitterly.

Luo Weian woke up in the hospital, and the hotel manager next to him told him that he had been attacked by gangsters, and the hotel wanted to ask for his opinion on whether to call the police to investigate the matter thoroughly.

Luo Wei'an scolded his ancestors for eight generations in his heart, and said coldly: "Calling the police is not afraid of affecting your store's business?"

The manager immediately smiled and said: "It is definitely more beneficial for our hotel not to call the police, if Mr. Luo is willing not to pursue this matter, our hotel will definitely try its best to make up for your loss this time!"

"Don't pursue it?" Luo Wei'an roared, "Then you can smash me too! You check the surveillance for me, you must find the bastard who smashed me!"

The manager snorted, "Mr. Luo, we went to check on this matter last night, and the surveillance at that location was removed, and nothing was ......"

Luo Wei'an froze.

……

Luo Qingying pulled the zipper of his coat under his neck, his eyes were red and swollen, and he walked down the street as a walking corpse.

A Bentley followed far behind, watching her finally get into a taxi and follow her back to school.

Luo Qingying went back to the dormitory to take a two-hour bath, and her eyes became even more swollen.

Change into a thick coat and walk to the school's reservoir and sit down.

Looking at the waves that didn't know the depth of the water, she tugged at the hem of her coat fiercely.

In his mind, he grabbed Luo Wei'an and kept stabbing him in the chest.

She imagined stabbing him to shreds, her eyes scarlet.

Suddenly, I looked back and saw that Yang Zhengting didn't know when he appeared beside her, he was about to sit down, and met her gaze, as if he was startled by her eyes.

"What kind of expression do you have that that is going to cut me with a thousand knives?" he joked.

Luo Qingying's eyes were cold, and he turned his face back.

Can a thousand cuts cure hatred, she asked herself in her heart, and despair surged up.

Because of a piece of garbage, her life was ruined.

But how could her life be so despicable, and a piece of garbage could destroy her.

Where does the garbage come from!

She stood up suddenly, and Yang Zhengting also stood up.

"Is it out of love? It's not important to fall out of love, if Fu Peiming doesn't want you, I can want you, I recently found that I was attracted to you. He said half-truthfully.

Luo Qingying roared fiercely, "Get out!"

It was like a flood of power erupting.

Yang Zhengting was stunned and stood still.

Luo Qingying's tears welled up again, but she wiped them away with all her might.

Turn around and go.

Yang Zhengting suddenly hugged her, "Don't be sad, I'll comfort you." ”

was hugged by him firmly, and Luo Qingying hated a man's body at this time, and suddenly felt an indescribable madness, hugged his shoulder and bit it down fiercely.

It was as if he was Luo Wei'an.

She bit so hard that she used all her strength, and she didn't let go even though she was trembling.

If it weren't for the cold weather, Yang Zhengting wore a coat, and now there would definitely be no piece of meat.

Luo Qingying was like a bloodthirsty beast, biting for a minute.

When she let go, her expression was still a little hideous.

Yang Zhengting looked at her in a daze.

Luo Qingying gasped, his eyes were sharp and fierce, and he pushed him away violently, turning around and leaving the reservoir.

……

At night, Luo Qingying lay on the bed with empty eyes.

The phone rings.

She was slightly startled, but she quickly sank again.

It was a long moment before she reached for her phone.

Seeing the caller ID above, the tears that had been dried up fell again.

The phone kept ringing, she pressed mute, sat up, leaned against the head of the bed and watched the phone flicker.

I sobbed and cried out loud.

Should she die?