Lo had no doubts about what he said.

Almost all of Tongcheng's night games are where he collects protection money, and if she wants to mix in Tongcheng, she naturally needs to bake him.

Luo Nanchu has cut off her money now, and if she wants to make money, she can only rely on Brother Dong.

If she offends him, then she may not really have to earn anything again.

Luo Zhiying was pushed away by him, watching him reach out and touch Luo Nanchu's face, looking at the quiet and innocent expression on her face, she felt a wonderful twisted pleasure in her heart.

If Luo Nanchu was also ruined by other men and ridden by thousands of people, would she still have such a simple and clean look on her face?

Will Fu Tingyuan still guard her? Guarding a woman who has been defiled by a night man?

Could she, like her, not be able to withstand such a blow and choose to go with the flow?

She watched Dong Ge's fingers reach under her skirt, and looked at her expression of not knowing anything, and the twisted madness in her heart became more and more steaming—she wanted to destroy her.

Destroy Luo Nanchu.

Just like she was once destroyed by Fu Tingyuan, she wanted Luo Nanchu to taste how she once felt.

A twisted, vengeful pleasure steamed in her chest, making the fear in her heart because of the name Fu Tingyuan also decreased.

It's none of her business.

Lo took profit to tell himself.

The person was captured by Dong Ge himself.

It wasn't she who tricked Luo Nanchu into coming.

Even if something really happened to her, Fu Tingyuan had no reason to blame her.

She is innocent.

It has nothing to do with her.

Luo Zhiying stood in place, took a deep breath, and finished his psychological construction for himself, and was about to turn around and leave.

As soon as she lifted her foot, she felt her wrist grasp by a cold hand.

Luo Zhiying's whole body stiffened, and she couldn't help but curse "damn" in her heart, and looked down at the snow-white and weak finger on her wrist.

It was a woman's hand, slender and slender, holding her wrist weakly at the moment, trembling slightly.

It was a cry for help.

Luo Zhiprofit looked towards the couch.

Luo Nanchu, who was originally in a coma, didn't know when she woke up, and she didn't know what Brother Dong fed her, she seemed to be conscious, but she didn't seem to have much strength in her body.

Seeing her look over, she heard Luo Nanchu open his mouth and weakly begged her for help: "Take profit...... Help me......"

Luo Zhiying's brows furrowed tightly, her lips pursed, and she didn't speak.

Brother Dong was taking off Luo Nanchu's skirt, and when he looked up and saw the interaction between the two of them, he frowned, and scolded Luo Zhiying: "What are you still doing?" Get out of here! Don't conceive of Lao Tzu's good deeds! ”

"......" Luo Zhiying lowered his eyes and looked at Luo Nanchu who was weakly asking for help towards her, then raised his hand, slowly held Luo Nanchu's fingers, and pulled her hand away from her wrist slowly, but very resolutely.

She looked at Luo Nanchu's eyes for a moment of confusion, and then slightly incredulous, she looked at her eyes, and the light in her eyes gradually cooled, and then became as dull as dead ashes.

Luo Zhiying looked at her, and a lot of thoughts inexplicably surged up in his mind for a while.

A long time ago, they relied on each other, and there was a childhood when they walked hand in hand to buy a favorite ice cream......