Chapter 76: Is there anyone who treats the donor like you? 12
So far that her fingertips could no longer reach her, so far that she was filled with despair.
"Do you want to reunite with your piano prince in seven days?" The temperature on Rong Beiming's face cooled down little by little, and his tone was also cold.
She was silent, sobbing and shaking her head. It was impossible. She felt that she had no shame in being with Ding Ziqian anymore.
Ding Ziqian is such a clean boy, she is not worthy of him.
She is dirty...
Suddenly, she seemed to remember something, turned her head, and asked with tears in her eyes: "How do you know? Are you investigating me? Does that have anything to do with you?"
His chin raised slightly: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter at all. Yu Nian'en, give you ten minutes to clean yourself up, inside and outside, from body to heart. Since I bought these seven days, they are mine. You
If I cry for that boy again and shed a tear for him, it will definitely last more than seven days. If you don’t believe it, just give it a try."
After saying that, he stood up and stepped out of the bathtub, opened the glass door of the shower room, and walked in.
Standing under the shower head, the warm water flowed over his strong shoulders, broad chest, beautiful abdominal muscles, slender and powerful thighs...
Usually, women spend all their efforts trying to stay by his side, but this woman seems to feel uncomfortable even if she stays by his side for one more day.
In her eyes, is he a fly? So annoying?
After taking a shower, he wrapped a bath towel around his waist. In the bathtub, Yu Nianen was still sitting blankly.
"There are five minutes left." He said expressionlessly and left the bathroom.
Zeng Jin had experienced rigorous training in the army and had a very accurate concept of time. He walked to the bathroom door and looked back at her. The woman was still motionless.
When Yu Nianen came out, she didn't know if it had been five minutes. Anyway, as soon as Rong Beiming left, she took a shower quickly, just because she was afraid that it would be an extra day.
The ceiling light in the room has been turned off. In the dim place on the side of the curtain, Rong Beiming is half leaning on the window sill, holding a goblet between his slender fingers, swaying the bright red wine in the glass, with a handsome face.
The face looked deep and mesmerizing in the half-dark light.
He has a good figure, and his back profile is full of the sense of strength unique to mature men.
He should be a very good sponsor, with such an appearance that can make women lose their reserve in an instant, with such a family background that makes others envious, and with such success that men can envy.