Chapter 1138 The Campus Car Overturned

Everyone followed Zhu Rong's gaze to see Yan Ge and laughed.

Joking with Zhu Rong: "Brother Zhu, have you changed your taste again this time? Such a small bean sprouts will fall if the wind blows. Are you afraid of tossing her to pieces?"

"So young, isn't this still in high school?"

Yan Ge lowered her head, ignoring everyone's words, she walked over and sat on the empty chair beside Zhu Rong.

Zhu Rong also ignored everyone's words, he continued to play cards, played two more hands, shouted to stop playing and let someone else take his place, he hugged Yan Ge and walked upstairs.

Everyone smiled and yelled from behind: "Brother Zhu, you are too impatient, right? Take it easy, don't make people lose their airs."

...

There were too many joking voices, Zhu Rong turned his head and shouted: "Shut up, you f*cking, she was frightened by not watching."

Everyone laughed, but they didn't continue to joke.

After going up to the second floor and just turning into the corridor, Zhu Rong suddenly pinned Yan Ge to the wall of the corridor, his hand penetrated into Yan Ge's clothes, and pinched Yan Ge's waist and chest.

Yange: ...

This old bacon is also a fucking bird/beast.

I still want to wall thump...

Because of his closeness, she felt a slight heat between her brows.

Resisting the urge to press the center of the eyebrows.

She bowed her head, and the eggplant, as wilted as frost, lay in his arms, allowing him to knead.

It turns out that this is really a bird/beast.

Zhu Rong didn't mean to be a wall.

He withdrew his hand, pinched Yan Ge's chin again to make her look up, and looked at her coldly: "Why are you so thin?"

The voice was extremely disgusting.

Yan Ge lowered his brows and narrowed his eyes, but his expression was cute: "I'm sick."

"What disease? Why didn't you tell me?"

Yan Ge raised his eyes slightly and glanced at him in surprise.

That look in that look seemed to be asking: Why did I tell you.

"It's ready." She lowered her eyes and said, "It's just that I still don't have a good appetite, and I'm a little bit listless."

Zhu Rong pursed his lips and said nothing.

He took a few steps forward, and seeing Yan Ge standing still, he turned his head and glanced.

Yan Ge hurriedly followed.

She walked behind him and followed into the room.

The room has its own small living room, a large bed, and a study.

Yan Ge was looking at the room when Zhu Rong closed the door behind him.

He stripped her clothes: "What disease?"

"It's just a small cold." Yan Ge whispered, "It's not serious."

She pressed his hand: "Mr. Zhu, I, I'm not feeling well. Tonight, you, can you not touch me?"

A cautious voice, like begging.

Zhu Rong raised his eyebrows and sneered: "What do you think you are a sweet potato?"

He still took off Yange's clothes: "If you are so skinny, go look in the mirror yourself, who can be interested in you."

Ke Yange still evaded, unwilling to let him take off her clothes: "Mr. Zhu, then you, then what are you going to do?"

She is very weak, even if she tried to dodge, Zhu Rong took off her blouse.

The wound on the arm was too hideous and conspicuous.

Yan Ge tried to hide her arms behind her back, the more she did this, the more Zhu Rong would not give her a chance to hide.

He took her arm and put all the scars on that arm under her eyes: "A little cold? Sick?"

The sarcastic voice was as cold as ice and snow.

Yan Ge lowered his head, bit his lip and remained silent.

Seeing that she was silent, Zhu Rong sneered, "I'll call Zhao Gonglei."

Zhao Gonglei is Zhao's father.

Seeing that he really took out his mobile phone to make a call, Yan Ge hurried to grab the mobile phone: "Mr. Zhu, don't."

I have a dirty thought, shit, I gotta control myself...