"Mom, I'm shameless. I've been sold by my father and I still have so much nonsense. You look down on you. Don't be ungrateful." Ma Yuankun hooked Tang Rong's neck with his arm and dragged her into the bedroom.

The struggle was so pale and powerless. Ma Yuankun's eyes were red and rational. But that was no longer important. She was his. She had already decided, so why wait more?

He was suddenly pushed down on the bed, Tang Rong was dizzy when she was thrown, and narrowed her eyes in pain. Ma Yuankun pounced on her, sniffing, licking, and tearing Tang Rong's clothes.

Tang Rong's pushing and slapping were useless. She was not afraid of exerting too much force or angering Ma Yuankun. Her situation would be even more miserable, and this misery would likely last for a lifetime.

The clothes were torn and some skin was exposed, which made Ma Yuankun even more crazy and harder. Tang Rong's arms were pinched out of bruises and a few scratches on her body.

Unexpectedly, at such a time, Tang Rong was not thinking of Tang Fusheng, not Zhang Shun, but Yu Xiaoyao.

Both of them lost their mothers since childhood. The difference is that Yu Xiaoyao's mother died of illness, while Tang Rong's mother never came back after going out to buy vegetables - she was extremely disappointed with Tang Fusheng.

She was also raised by her father, equally beautiful, and also admitted to Qingji University with good grades. The only difference is that her family is born. The Yu family has been making money, and the Tang family is always in debt. Although Yu Xiaoyao is in danger because of her different backgrounds, she can stay in an inn and be surrounded by many special people to go to school. She can be domineering to Zhang Shun, get angry with a young lady, and make the rich girl's surname.

Tang Rong doesn’t need to face danger, but she doesn’t want such a life. If she marrys into the Ma family, she should be considered a rich man, right? Maybe she can live a rich life in the future, but is this kind of life really what she wants?

Ma Yuankun pressed against Tang Rong, making her feel very difficult to breathe. She struggled and her resistance gradually decreased with her clothes. She no longer had the strength and just lay on the bed with tears in her eyes.

He became heavier and heavier, and she became colder. The balcony door had not been closed yet. The cold wind in late autumn poured into the room, and his body became hotter and hotter until it reached a certain critical point. Ma Yuankun trembled a few times and lay motionless on Tang Rong.

"So fast? Not even... okay, at least I can suffer less in the future." Tang Rong thought so and pushed Ma Yuankun.

He still lying in his original position without moving.

Frowning, Tang Rong piled Ma Yuankun hard and saw his appearance.

Ma Yuankun's mouth was wide open, and his tongue stretched out to the maximum extent. A flat wooden strip dyed red passed through his tongue, making the tongue look more like something from a barbecue stall plate.

Tang Rong was about to scream, but her mouth was covered by a cold hand.

"Don't shout, we'll die if we call." Zhang Shun covered Tang Rong's mouth and said softly.

Unfortunately, his appearance was even more terrifying than Ma Yuankun. Because of fear, Tang Rong couldn't even hear Zhang Shun's voice, so she regained her strength and struggled desperately.

Seeing that the black feathers on his arm were pulled out a lot, Zhang Shun was stunned for a while, and finally understood and returned to his original state.

Tang Rong immediately stopped struggling, gently patted Zhang Shun's back of his hand, and signaled him to let go.

Zhang Shun did not let go. He leaned into Tang Rong's ear and said, "There are many powerful people living here. They are very powerful. They must not find me here. This is very important. If you understand, nod your head."

Tang Rong nodded vigorously, and then Zhang Shun let go of her hand and couldn't help looking at her body.

The last time he looked at it like this, he had to have a "Mist Raven" in front of his name.

Tang Rong's face turned redder, even redder than the blood of Ma Yuankun on her chest. The last time she was wearing clothes slowly with such an expression, but this time it was different. She covered her breasts and curled up.

Zhang Shun turned around and took out a set of clothes from the closet for her to put on, and stuffed Ma Yuankun's body back into the demon card. There was no living thing in it, but the corpse was unobstructed.

"What are you... going to do?" Tang Rong quickly put on her clothes, watched Zhang Shun pick up the bouquet of flowers she gave from Ma's house, pulled out the petals and spread them all over the room.

"We can't let them find out that this guy is dead, at least not tonight." Zhang Shun also stuffed the blood-stained bed sheets and quilts into the demon cards, took out a set from the cabinet and threw it to Tang Rong: "Make the bed."

Tang Rong was confused, spread the sheets and put them on. Suddenly, she was shocked and asked, "I...my dad."

Knowing that there are not many people here, Zhang Shun should have asked from Tang Fusheng if he could find this place.

"I didn't kill him and was exiled. He shouldn't come back in the future. When he sent you here... you should have said goodbye, right?" Zhang Shun said calmly.

Tang Rong nodded and absent-mindedly tidying the bed sheets. She should have said goodbye, right? Although the last sentence Tang Fusheng said to her was: "Don't come to me, you are the wife of the Ma family now, not my daughter."

If Zhang Shun didn't come, she probably wouldn't see Tang Fusheng again. Maybe she would see him on the roadside one day, which would only make her sad. Weighing the pros and cons, maybe it would be the best thing to never see him.

Of course, rational analysis must have resulted in such a result, but in terms of emotions, this is not the best result.

"Do you want to leave?" Zhang Shun interrupted Tang Rong's thinking, and there was a key problem.

"What?" Tang Rong was stunned and looked at Zhang Shun curiously.

"I mean you want to leave here?" Zhang Shun pointed to the house: "Your husband is 'missing'. You have arranged the room very sensible, but you can't wait for him. If you haven't left here, you will definitely not blame you for your husband's disappearance. The Ma family lost a son and got half a daughter. They should treat you well. If you don't leave, you can live a happy life in the future."

Tang Rong looked at Zhang Shun blankly. She understood what he said, but didn't understand what he meant: "Aren't you... coming to save me? He... you saw it just now."

"He is dead and will not hurt you anymore. All you have to do now is to make a choice, whether to stay or leave. If you leave tonight, I don't know what the Ma family will think of you, but I will definitely not arrange a good room for you to live in as it is now." Zhang Shun pointed to the closet. He just saw that the closet was full of brand-name clothes.

Tang Rong did not hesitate and said firmly: "I want to leave! If I had chosen to stay here before meeting you, I would have chosen to stay here. At that time, money was the most powerful thing in the world to me, but now my worldview has been subverted by you. There are many things in this world that are more powerful than money, right? Did you ever care about money?"

Zhang Shun smiled embarrassedly and took out the two bags of money he robbed in the casino: "Actually, I care a lot about the money, but there are only none. Aren't the psychics all trying hard to make money?"

Tang Rong looked at the two bags of money on the ground in surprise, and suddenly laughed: "If you really care about money, why should you take out these two bags? I guess, these money is used to redeem me, right?"

Zhang Shun sighed: "Why should you be so smart? A woman without talent is virtue! It cannot be said that it is used to redeem you. I just think that after the Ma family sends your father back, at least I won't be too angry with you. It's just... Your fiancé's disappearance is the same as your departure. This will definitely make others suspicious, and I have to think of a way."

"Don't think about it, when will it be necessary? Just kill you here directly? Save time and effort." A voice suddenly sounded outside the bedroom door, with a weird accent in English.

Zhang Shun sighed, looked at Tang Rong, and pointed to the corner of the bedroom.

Tang Rong also sighed, walked to the corner of the wall and squatted down, and squatted in the corner of the wall.

The door was pushed open, and a fat man with a sloppy face and a sloppy dress walked in, which was very consistent with the image of a foreign otakus in anime movie. He also sighed like the two of them, pointed to the petals on the ground and said, "I felt something unusual. I originally wanted to watch the show, but I took off my pants and let me see this."

"Are you..." Zhang Shun was secretly alert, thinking about rushing forward to start the fight or thinking about other solutions. The key is that he cannot attract other members of Ares.

"'Libido' Malten, from Amsterdam, OK, the boring self-introduction ends here. Since you have lost the male protagonist, why not replace him and be the male protagonist. At least I have to make me enjoy it. Don't worry, I will only watch it and will never interfere with you." Malten said, moving a chair against the door and sitting on the door, and his crotch slowly bulged.

Then, Zhang Shun's body also changed, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated, evil fire rose in his lower abdomen, and his breathing gradually became heavy.

Tang Rong's situation was the same. She stretched out her trembling hand and stood up with the wall. Beads of sweat appeared on the tip of her nose. She slowly walked towards Zhang Shun, unbuttoning the buttons of her clothes while walking.

Everything in the world disappeared, leaving only the person in front of you and the big soft bed. The sheets were just spread out and there was a faint fragrance of washing powder.

When Tang Rong walked to Zhang Shun, all her clothes had been taken off, and Zhang Shun was the same. Four hot lips were tightly pressed together, and the two dry tongues moistened each other and tangled together.

Holding Tang Rong lying on the bed, Zhang Shun began to untidy her pants. She was not idle either, so she reached out and squeezed her gently.

Zhang Shun said "shenyin" and no longer had the patience to unbutton the waist of her pants. He pulled his hands hard, tearing the jeans and her underwear in half, and then tearing his pants.
Chapter completed!