"For my own good? For my own good, you still want to sell me out?" As she spoke, the grievances in Yu Nianen's heart suddenly surged out, colliding with her fragile soul.
"I really do it for your own good, think about it! Master Rong is many times better than that Ding Ziqian?"
"But do you know? What am I in his eyes? Am I for sale? In front of him, I am for sale. He is my sponsor and my benefactor. Mom, I will never be clean in this life.
, do you understand?" Yu Nianen said loudly, tears falling from his eyes uncontrollably.
She could never go back, not to seven days ago. Therefore, she subconsciously rejected Rong Beiming and did not want to mention this man again.
This has nothing to do with whether he is good or not, but that when she sees him, she will hate herself for no reason.
She took out a tissue and wiped her tears, then took out the check from her bag and threw it to He Yurao: "Take it! Seven million! I will never do such a thing again. If you force me to sleep with a man again, I will
Just die!"
"Silly boy, why are you talking about this? Really." He Yurao picked up the check in his hand and looked at it. His eyes widened. He looked at it again, and then asked in surprise, "Nian En, did Master Rong give this to you?
?Why is there no number on it? What does he mean?"
Yu Nianen's heart tightened, and he grabbed it suddenly. Sure enough, the column with the numbers above was empty.
What does this man want to do?
She jumped out of bed, opened the drawer, took out her mobile phone, turned it on, and then remembered that she didn't know Rong Beiming's mobile phone number at all.
She remembered that her beloved had called Rong Beiming that day, but it was during class time and it was not easy to call and ask.
"Nian En, what are you doing? What happened?" He Yurao asked in confusion.
Yu Nianen didn't answer, turned around and hurried past her, rushed to the living room, and rummaged through the pile of paper bags on the sofa.
Pulling out the mobile phone given by Rong Beiming, Yu Nianen turned it on. Sure enough, there was a mobile phone number stored in it. The numbers were not only auspicious, but also very easy to remember.
She dialed the number, and Rong Beiming's deep and deep voice came from the other end: "Nian En, what's the matter?"
"Rong Beiming, what do you want? Do you want to play tricks on me?" Yu Nianen asked angrily.