Yu Jiu'an was almost carried up in the chaos.

Passively dragged out of bed, she was thrown into the bathtub before she even understood the situation, and the shower was flushed against her face.

Her nerves jumped suddenly from the unadjusted cold water, and she suddenly woke up, instinctively dodged, wiped her face with her hand, and looked up gasping for breath, only then did she see clearly.

Nate stood condescendingly outside the tub, the shower in her hand still spraying water.

Her clothes were already soaked, even the places where she had just tattooed and couldn't touch the water, his eyes sank, and he turned off the shower and threw it aside.

She was still stunned, looking at him with a helpless look in her eyes, "What's wrong...... You suddenly ......"

The man's face was gloomy and cold, and he exuded a powerful aura of great oppression, which made people feel even more frightened in a small space.

After knowing him for a month, she hadn't seen him angry, he seemed to be careless and lazy about anyone and everything, and rarely had any distinct emotions exposed, she hadn't seen him like this, so she was also a little afraid, but she didn't know what she had done wrong to cause him to be so angry, and her body shrunk.

It was a bit pitiful.

He seemed to be choked with a breath in his throat, unable to get up and down, and after a few seconds, he pulled a towel aside and bent down, first wiping the water on her tattoo.

The movement was not gentle, the rough surface of the towel rubbed against the wound, she screamed in pain, and continued to shrink back, and he grabbed her wrist.

"Wipe it clean yourself. ”

His voice was tense, with a hardness and coldness that was different from the usual.

The towel was thrown in her face, obscuring her vision, and when she raised her hand to remove it, there was no man in the bathroom.

……

Leaving from the bathroom, Han Jinxiu sat on the sofa in the living room, felt a cigarette and took one, the lighter clicked a few times, and when there was no flame, he threw it out and slammed it on the wall.

The cigarette was crushed in his hand, and the slag was scattered on the sandalwood floor.

His breathing was a little heavy, and he clenched his fists and slowly recovered.

The blank mind turned slowly, but the banknote in Yu Jiu'an's corset kept appearing in front of him.

It's normal for a girl to flirt with people in a bar.

It was not unheard of for a wine girl to be tipped in her corset.

Yu Jiuan is going to sell wine by himself, which is a very common thing......

It's ordinary.

He took a deep breath and opened his hand.

Because of the force, the cigarette residue showed a faint red mark on the palm of his hand, and he took a paper towel and slowly wiped the cigarette residue in the palm of his palm.

Yu Jiuan stayed in the bathroom for a while before coming out, and saw the man sitting on the sofa smoking.

Even though it was only a side face, she could also see that the man was still in a bad mood.

She was still dizzy, and she didn't dare to provoke him, so she leaned against the wall and went back to the bedroom, changing her clothes and wondering what was wrong with him......

When she took it off, she noticed the note on her corset.

The lewd man in the private room tonight actually stuffed more than one, and she put it away before she left the bar, but maybe she was not clear at that time, and she missed one.

She put on her nightgown and spread out the soaked bills and laid them on the bedside table to dry.

When the man came in, all he saw was that she carefully unfolded the note.

What a baby.

Yu Jiu'an heard footsteps and looked up, but saw that the gloomy man had turned around and walked out, she suddenly couldn't think about anything, and hurried to the living room, and saw that he was changing his shoes, as if he was going to leave, she was anxious, "It's so late, where are you going?"

"Do you want me to remind you," the man turned his face sideways, his cold and handsome face expressionless, "Miss Yu, you haven't given money since last night." ”

She grabbed him by the sleeve, "I didn't say I wouldn't give you ......"

"What do you give. ”

He stared at her coldly, and the corners of his lips were sneering.

"I'm so poor that I have to make money by accompanying wine, where did you get the confidence to support me. ”