Chapter 3
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Give him a slap!
Outlaw?
Prostitute?
Or pervert?
She was too scared to continue thinking about it. She turned on the shower and let the water wash over her body.
The kiss marks on her body became redder under the running water, like blooming red roses, as if to show how crazy and intense last night was. But the more it was like this, the more Qiao Qiao couldn't help but tremble.
She felt that her world had turned gray, and the person she had always looked forward to was leaving her.
Her body slid down the wall of the sink. Qiao Qiao curled up like a helpless child, and there was only one thought in her mind.
She was finished.
On the other side, He Shaochen was already dressed neatly. Except for his slightly messy hair, he didn't look like he had just woken up. He sat on the sofa, his slender legs crossed on the coffee table. He was playing with a silver pendant. The pendant was in the shape of a heart and was folded. Inside it was a picture of Qiao Qiao and a young man.
Qiao Qiao's smile was very sweet and too young. But judging from the picture, she should be a female student.
The man's picture was carefully cut from a work permit. Was he that woman's boyfriend? Or was he her crush? She was still fooling around with a man. This woman was unexpectedly two-faced.
He Shaochen sneered and looked at Qiao Qiao's picture again. Qiao Qiao's frightened expression flashed across his mind. He suddenly felt a little irritated and snapped the pendant shut.
At this moment, the bathroom door opened. Qiao Qiao walked out slowly. She had already put on her clothes. After taking off her clothes, her exquisite body was completely hidden by her neat outfit.
Her palm-sized face was pale and her eyes were trembling. They were so fragile that it seemed like they would shatter at the slightest touch. Her lips were almost pale, and she looked very pitiful.
He Shaochen raised the corner of his eyes and looked at Qiao Qiao unscrupulously. When he looked again, the sense of dissonance was even stronger.
Was this woman really a mistress?
No matter how she looked at it, she felt that she was still a female student who had yet to graduate and had yet to be tainted by the luxuries of society.
But what if it wasn't?
He Shaochen's gaze turned cold, and the temperature in the room plummeted. Qiao Qiao was like a small animal that had sensed its natural enemy. Her body couldn't help but tremble, and she didn't dare to look up at him. She lowered her head, and her voice was as soft as a mosquito's. "What happened yesterday …"
"This is yours, right? You left it on the bed."
He Shaochen directly threw the pendant on the coffee table. His tone couldn't be more indifferent, without any warmth. It didn't seem like the two of them had just woken up in the same bed. "You worked hard last night. Liang Ziming may give you a reward. Just accept it. As for this, it's also yours."
As soon as he finished speaking, a check landed lightly on the coffee table.
Qiao Qiao moved her head in a daze and saw the pendant on the coffee table, as well as a check for 100,000 yuan.
Her eyes were a little dazed, and she almost fainted.
For a student like her, this was probably a huge sum of money. But could a woman's most precious thing be replaced with money?
What did he take her for? A mistress who came and went at his beck and call?
Qiao Qiao's lips were pale from biting them so hard. She stared at the check and didn't say a word.
He Shaochen didn't get a reply and thought that she thought it was too little. His eyelids drooped slightly, and his tone was still indifferent and cold. "I don't know much about the market in your industry, but I think it's worth it to buy your first night for 100,000 yuan."
Thinking about the bright red patch on the messy bedsheets made him a little frustrated.
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