Chapter 63: Completely Wasted
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“Make it clear, what do you mean I'm not considered her real daughter either?” Song Gardenia forced the question.
He Jiajun glanced at the knife in her hand, “If you throw the knife away and release me, I'll tell you the truth.”
Song Gardenia let out a light laugh.
This He Family Prince, wasn't too stupid, he was starting to talk to her about leverage.
“If you don't tell me, I can find out myself. Things that can be known by you are still considered secrets?” Song Gardenia dragged a chair over and lethargically leaned on the back of it, her slender legs folded.
He Jiajun couldn't help but gulp.
What a pity, such beautiful legs, he hadn't even touched them.
“How about you let me touch your legs and I'll tell you.” He Jiajun think always believe in 'die under peony flower, be a ghost also flow', anyway, he is already a piece of meat on the chopping board in Song Gardenia's hand, might as well be a piece of meat that enjoys thoroughly.
Song Gardenia hand propped up her chin, faintly said, “Good ah.”
Said, she walked to the side of He Jiajun, just when He Jiajun's hand was about to touch her white leg, she raised her foot, thin high heeled shoes, nailed hard on his palm.
It hurt so much that He Jiajun opened his mouth wide and wanted to scream, but he was stuffed with another stinky sock by Song Gardenia.
I don't know if it was the pain, or the smoke. Anyway, He Jiajun's tears fell all over the edge of the pillow.
Song Gardenia mockingly scanned his entire body, “With a baby chicken like you, it's no wonder your mom wants to find you twenty girls.”
“Did it work? He Shao. Not a single girl has given you a son, and you don't even think about whose fault it is.”
“Since you're so useless, what's the point of keeping them?”
The words fell.
The whip in Song Gardenia's hand came into close contact with his baby chicken.
He Jiajun was in so much pain that his five senses failed and his pupils dilated, his whole body was writhing on the bed, but because he was bound by the hemp rope, he could only suffer dry pain.
Seems like one time is not enough.
Song gardenia before leaving, and ruthlessly pumped two times.
This time, this baby chicken should be completely ruined.
Looking at the appearance of He Jiajun's dead face, Song Gardenia hooked her lips.
Half an hour later.
Footsteps came from outside the door, and He Jiajun desperately whimpered.
The door of the room was broken open.
Seeing the visitor, He Jiajun once again burst into tears, lying straight on the bed, he felt that he had already stepped one foot into the ghost gate.
“He Jiajun right, someone reported you suspected of qj underage, come with us.”
The two policemen's faces were serious, not affected in the least by He Jiajun's ugly appearance at this moment, and when they cuffed him away, they even thoughtfully draped a garment over him.
At the same time.
Song family.
Mrs. Song saw Song Gardenia come back alone, still not dead set on stretching her neck towards the outside: ''How come you're alone? Where's Mr. He? Not with you?”
Song Gardenia looked at the time and returned, “He shouldn't be able to come.”
“Why?” Mrs. Song felt a hint of something wrong as she noticed Song Gardenia's brows were tinged with pleasure.
It wasn't like her.
Mrs. Song's heart rang alarm bells, “Tell me what you did with He Shao today.”
Song Gardenia: “Eating.”
Mrs. Song nodded, routine operation.
“Hotel rest.”
Mrs. Song continued to nod, that He family's crown prince, always liked to trick girls into hotels and then let him take them.
Just Song Gardenia's appearance, not quite like being tempered a bit by He Shao.
Only to hear, Song Gardenia's clear and cold voice came again.
“Send him to the police station.”
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