Xu Zefang did not leave immediately. He leaned casually against the wall of the corridor, lit a cigarette and puffed away the smoke. Through the thin smoke, he watched the girl in front of him walking vainly while holding on to the wall, and was about to disappear at the end of the corridor.
He took a deep drag on the cigarette, threw the cigarette butt on the ground, stamped it out with his toes, walked forward in two steps, and grabbed her arm.
Fang Tang was dragged away, and suddenly turned around, with tears streaming down her face.
When Xu Zefang saw this, he refused to say anything.
What did he want to say just now?
Since I kissed you, you are my woman.
This is his usual gangster logic. The woman he will kiss is naturally the woman he wants. He never thinks there is anything wrong with it. After all, for so many years, as long as he says this, no matter what kind of woman he is, he will kiss her.
Obediently throw yourself into your arms until he feels bored.
But at this moment, he didn't say anything. For some reason, he was sure that as long as he said this, the woman in front of him might cry even harder. He hated women who cried.
So his mind turned around, and when the other party glared at him, he said: "I won't kiss you for nothing, let's give you a price."
Fang Tang felt like his head was roaring. What was the difference between his words and what the debt collector just said?
In short, it's selling.
In the eyes of these dirty men, the most valuable thing about her is her relatively young body.
For a moment, a ridiculous idea floated through her mind, compromise, as those men said, as long as you are willing to open your legs, all difficulties will be solved, and you no longer have to live a life of debt and fear.
Xu Zefang stood in front of her, a tall shadow shrouded her, watching her scarlet and stubborn eyes gradually crack, wavering, and compromising, he sneered in his heart, it was boring, not like those women who came running to him with a finger.
any difference.
Fang Tang had put away all the negative emotions tonight. At this moment, his mood had returned to calm. He looked up at Xu Zefang, moved closer to him, and asked with a smile: "What price can you give me? I am very expensive."
Xu Zefang felt even more disgusted. He pinched her chin and sneered: "How expensive is it? 100,000 per time? 1 million per time?"
He looked her up and down without hesitation, as if he was evaluating a product. He spoke condescendingly and whispered in her ear: "It depends on your **** skills. If you serve me well, it's not impossible to do it ten million times."
Fang Tang took a deep breath, and when he exhaled, he raised his hand and slapped Xu Zefang with lightning speed, accurately and hard, and the crisp sound of the slap echoed in the corridor.
Xu Zefang was unprepared and was slapped so hard that he turned his face away. When he turned around, his eyes were full of anger. He had never been beaten by a woman before. It was a great shame and humiliation.
Fang Tang's voice was calm but powerful: "This slap is to repay you for kissing me just now. We are clean."
"Also, for the sake of such a cute child, be a human being."
After saying these two sentences, she quickly pushed Xu Zefang away, who had not yet reacted, and left quickly.
Until she returned to her room, her heart was still pounding and her legs were weak. Just now, Xu Zefang looked at her as if he was about to raise his hands and strangle her to death. She was scared to death. In this club,
I'm afraid it wouldn't be difficult to kill her.
She leaned against the door and listened to the noise outside. No one was following her, so she felt a little relieved.
I think I will probably have to pack up and leave this job again.
She has to pay back 500,000 yuan in three days, otherwise she will go to her parents' house to cause trouble. She knows those people are capable of such a thing.