Uncle, don't do this.

Chapter 7. That one is gone.

Wen Ling looked at the pieces of money on the carpet and felt that his spirit was about to fall apart.

What did this man say?

Be responsible for yourself?

The so-called responsibility means taking care of oneself? What does he think she is? Is there a pheasant on the street that anyone can get on?

Depend on! Dead man! I'll kill you!

Glancing at the door, there was a new set of clothes on the clothes rack, which seemed to be women's. So she hurriedly put it on, looked at the door of the shower room, frowned in anger, and kicked the door hard. Fearing that someone would come out and beat her, she shouted anxiously, "You big bastard! Who, who wants you to be responsible! I beg you never let me see you again in the future, and don't say you know me when you see me!" And I beg God, you’ll be killed if you go out!”

"Hoola!" Bai Haonan opened the door of the shower room viciously, and there was no woman in the room.

She ran away faster than a rabbit.

Bai Haonan was naked, with his long legs on the carpet, and his wet hair dripping with water. He looked down at the pile of money and counted it with his eyes.

Frowning slightly, "This woman is not stupid, is she? She really only took away a hundred yuan? And such a noble chicken?"

He didn't notice that there was a ticket floating under the bed.

Wen Ling, who ran away in a panic, never thought of taking the money and leaving. I didn't even think of checking it out. There was no virgin blood on the white sheets.

Bai Haonan, who went back to take a shower, kept thinking about this strange woman.

Why is she acting so unprofessional? As a s*x server for everyone, he was so surprised and cried like an innocent little girl.

Bai Haonan pointed the shower head at the brother below. He had to admit that just now, he did react because of the woman's attractive figure.

This was a ridiculous night for Bai Haonan.

For Wen Ling who escaped, this was the beginning of absurdity.

She couldn't remember how she ran out of the building or how she returned to the rented apartment.

Su Ou, a good friend and classmate who rented the same house, was combing her hair. When she saw Wen Ling come back in a dress, she shouted in surprise, "Oh, Liang Baikai, you actually stole such a dress from Elizabeth?"

Su Ou likes to be called Wen Ling, Liang Baikai.

He tapped Wen Ling's shoulder with a wooden comb, "Tsk, tsk, the security guards in the department store have diarrhea. Why did you let a guy like you steal the clothes and escape? Tell me, did you strip the model into a bare buttock?" "

Su Ou has always been mean and sarcastic, but Wen Ling is used to it. She is used to being harmed by her verbal bombs, and her heart's endurance has been greatly enhanced.

Su Ou is her good friend.

Best friends in the same class in high school.

Wen Ling didn't say a word, but drank a large glass of boiled water before sitting on the sofa in despair with his eyes wide open.

Su Ou continued to comb her hair, looked at Wen Ling, who looked a little strange, and asked, "What's wrong? Were you secretly photographed when you went to the toilet? Why do you have such a dead face?"

Wen Lingqian smiled and said, "Haha, no."

"Yes, why didn't you come back last night?"

"I...I'm going home..."

"Oh, how is your brother?"

Su Ou is a little obsessed with Wen Ling's younger brother. That guy is just a freshman in high school. He has a handsome face that fascinates all the women. He also has a bit of a gangster temperament. He smokes a cigarette all day long and charms all the girls in their school. It has to be crooked.

"Very good." Wen Ling replied dryly.

But there was a roar in my head:

Lost my virginity, lost my virginity, lost my virginity...

That precious membrane is gone!