Quick Transmigration: Rescue Plan for the Misguided Villain Boss

? Behind him is a cold wall, but in front of him is a hot person.

She frowned, only to realize that something was wrong with him.

"The prince!" Although she is a brothel girl, she has always come from love, and when has she been so frivolous. Even if I like her, the people in front of me don’t have any pity at this time, but they want to use her as a tool to vent their desires. How can she be willing to say: "My lord, although I am a brothel girl, but the slave is a clean man, if you are ......The prince!"

He grabbed her wrists with one hand, pressed her hands on top of his head, and slowly kneaded her waist with the other hand, following her slender waistline all the way up.

An area that had never been violated before was now caught in the palm of her hand, and Hua Rong was so frightened that she was struggling desperately.

Feeling her struggle, he pressed more tightly: "Don't pretend, is this king not giving you enough money?"

With patrol and contempt in his eyes, as if looking at a commodity, he asked lightly: Did the king not give you enough money?

She was taken aback, looking at him in a daze.

Even if she was misunderstood and hated, she liked him from beginning to end.

She also always felt that he liked herself.

As if he knew what she was thinking, Feng Hongyin kept holding her hands, and even pushed her up with an inch.

He is tall, and the person in front of him is treated like this, he can only stand on his toes slightly, and his body is forcibly opened.

"Aren't you just a prostitute?" Feng Hongyin's eyes blurred, when he looked at her, he seemed to be looking at her, and it seemed that he didn't: "You can sleep with the money, why, be with them, but not with me. willing?"

After saying this, Feng Hongyin lowered his head and kissed her lips.

Her lips trembled slightly and became cold.

Shortly after the kiss, Feng Hongyin felt a cold on his face.

The drunk Prince Zhu couldn't see clearly what was in front of him, squinted, and then stretched out his hand to wipe her face.

Cried.

He looked at his hand blankly, then frowned, finally letting go.

The frivolous woman lost her imprisoned embrace, and suddenly fell to the ground.

Her clothes were messy, and her face was as white as paper. At this moment, she clutched the placket of her chest, and tears rolled from her eyes.

How does it feel to be so humiliated by your sweetheart?

Feng Hongyin looked at her unclearly, and then as if remembering something, he stumbled to the table, opened the drawer, took out a stack of silver notes, walked in front of her, and threw half of the silver notes on her. .

"Enough?" Looking at the people on the ground, Feng Hongyin felt a little pain, but the red bellyband swayed before his eyes.

Oh, what do you feel distressed about?

She didn't know how many people had an affair, and she just wanted to improve her bargaining chip by pretending to be so upright.

Thinking like this, Feng Hongyin stretched out his hand and stuffed the other half into her sleeve.

"Not enough...not enough. I still have." Feng Hongyin bent over and hugged her.

The person in his arms is light and light, as if he will disappear from his arms in the next moment.

Feng Hongyin was hot and whole body, just wanting to take her as his own.

But the person in his arms suddenly threw the banknote he had tucked into his sleeve on him.

"Feng Hongyin! Have you done enough for me!" She has always been soft and weak, and tears welled up when Xie asked him.

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