8. Chapter 8 Much more pretty than the lotus flower in the Furong Building
There was a bustling sound in front, very marketable, shouting loudly, and when I heard the prestige, I saw a few drunk women walking out with each other's arms, and their mouths were talking unbearable foul language. Ran Qianqing shrunk his body weakly in the corner, trying to reduce his sense of existence.
A few women saw it from a distance, and no matter how he shrunk, he couldn't change the fact that he had been targeted by several women.
"Yo, whose son-in-law is this, these three watches are still outside in the middle of the night, didn't they come out to meet which lady privately?" A few people stopped in front of Ran Qianqing, and said in a ruffian, the strong smell of wine came to his nose, and he almost vomited.
"Let's go and have a drink with our sister." One of the women reached out and pulled him as she spoke, "I'm not going." He roared, and shrank back more and more, seeing him like this, several women looked at each other and smiled, which looked very infiltrating in such a night, and the corners of her eyes were full of tears, and she buried her head low, trying not to look at the terrible faces of the women in front of her.
"Hahaha...... Is the little boy shy or ...... Look down on our sisters? With the last sentence, the woman roared violently, and she shallow and shallow in fright.
"You ...... Stay away from me. Ran Qianqing finally finished a complete sentence with a shrunken sentence, but greeted the angry faces of the women.
"Hmph, a man dares to talk to us loudly, I think you live a long life."
"That's it, maybe it's from which Qinlou Chu Pavilion came out. also dare to pretend to be high in front of the old lady. ”
Listening to the foul language and insulting words in the mouths of the women, Ran Qianqing's eyes finally turned red, "I, I'm not!" "He's not that kind of man, really isn't.
"Stop talking nonsense, come over and let the old lady try your figure." As the woman spoke, she took a step forward, pushed a handful of Ran Qianqing, and bullied herself.
"Don't." Ran Qianqing screamed, wanting to run, but was restrained by the rest of the women, her back was pressed against the cold wall, her hands and feet were restrained, and in front, the woman was groping her chest with her hands.
Hot tears flowed out, and a stream of despair rushed from the bottom of his heart, could it be that this was the only way for him to end up, either he was beaten to death by his mother, or he was given to someone else as a waiter, and now, his innocence can't be saved?
"Damn, I can't imagine it, this little slut tastes good, this little appearance is much more pretty than the lotus flower in Furong Building."
"Don't, don't do this, please let me go." Ran Qianqing couldn't struggle, he had to beg for mercy, he had never experienced such a thing, in addition to fear in his heart, he was desperate, in this world, no one cared about his life or death.
"Tear--" sounded, the sound of the clothes tearing came, in such an abrupt night, it seemed to be magnified countless times, and even the heart with a shallow heart was torn apart, his eyes were covered with tears, and his ears were full of foul language, he couldn't hear it anymore, no, it was numb. There is a despair in my heart, and if I lose my innocence, I might as well die like this.
made up his mind, Ran Qianqing's eyes were dyed with a touch of determination, and he opened his mouth, wanting to bite his tongue and kill himself.
"What are you doing?"
The cold and waveless voice came from behind itself, not hysterical, not roaring and screaming, but it made people feel inexplicably oppressive.
Several women moved, and their backs were cold, but Ran Qianqing was slowly unbelievable, and it was the joy of the rest of her life after the catastrophe.