Chapter 4 Ye Sanshao's 100 yuan of selling money

A night of chaos, ambiguous passion.

Cheng Anya woke up in the morning, her whole body was sore, and she cursed Ye Chen millions of times in her heart.

Oh yes, this man is a beast, a beast!

She was pinched out by him all over her body with countless bruise marks, there were pinch marks, there were kiss marks, Cheng Anya deliberately ignored the traces he grabbed on Ye Chen's back, and greeted all the eighteen generations of his ancestors.

The small body was locked in his arms, Cheng Anya wasted all his strength to get out, it was almost dawn, she hurriedly put on her clothes, pulling the pain in her lower body, Cheng Anya couldn't help but curse Ye Chen a few times, and finally put on her clothes, Cheng Anya touched her pocket, and there was only a hundred yuan.

100 yuan to buy 10 million money, is it enough?

Whatever, he is the one who eats and cleans, and she is the one who suffers, and it is not enough for him to pay in advance.

After spending a hundred yuan, she was very distressed, and she spent money to buy pain, and her brain was watered.

In Cheng Anya's calculations, Ye Sanshao didn't have 100 yuan, which was really cheap enough, and it was estimated that Ye Sanshao knew that he was going to vomit blood.

Cheng Anya sneaked out of the room, escaped, and slipped away!

Go home to settle accounts with Lin Li, dare to drug her, don't you want to live!

lest he really ask her for 10 million, and she didn't have the price after selling 100.

Ye Sanshao woke up, the sky was already white and bright, he comfortably put the pillow into his arms, paused, it didn't feel right, he suddenly opened his eyes, he was the only one left in the room, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his bewitching facial features were instantly dyed with dangerous colors, looking lazy and deadly in the morning light.

Damn girl.

Ran away for her?

Escape, no one has escaped from his Ye Chen's palm, this bad girl, it tastes good.

He was a little excited, Ye Sanshao was now a typical marrow eater.

Glancing at the hundred yuan on the table, the pink color was very eye-catching, and a bad premonition arose, and the corners of Ye Chen's eyes twitched fiercely, it was better not what he thought.

Obviously, he underestimated Cheng Anya's demonic nature.

When he saw the line of delicate words on the white paper, Ye Chen's eyes sank, and his whole body exuded a murderous aura like Yama.

Beast?

A hundred?

Selling yourself for money?

Well, that's good!

Pulling the paper head with one hand and kneading it into a ball, Ye Sanshao smiled distortedly.