The left bank is profound, the right bank is clear

Chapter 217 Eating meat together (20)

Wang Hao is the prince, even if he offends Wen Qiyang, the old man will support him, but what are they, if something happens, they will pay for their lives.

Hongmao trembled in his heart, and wanted to say something, when he heard Wang Hao sneer: "Wen Qiyang's woman? At best, it's a woman Wen Qiyang has had enough of—"

This sentence reminded Hong Mao of the recent news about Wen Qiyang and Cai Ling, and the fear in his heart was not so obvious, so he started laughing.

He stared at Qu Qingge, her beautiful body had already started to appear in his mind.

Wen Qiyang's woman!How noble and charming!
To them, the woman who slept with Wen Qiyang, even the woman he didn't want, was like a beggar climbing into the queen's bed, which made them feel extremely anticipation and excitement.

Wang Hao watched Qu Qingge sitting on the bed, his body shrunk into a ball, and kept moving backwards. He smiled coldly and approached step by step, like a cat catching a mouse. He was not eager to kill him, but wanted to kill him. See her look of fear.

Qu Qingge's hands kept tearing the rope behind her. She felt bursts of burning pain passing from her wrist, but she still didn't stop, rubbing with blood mixed with pain.

Finally, she tore out a little gap in the rope binding her wrists, and she slowly broke free. Taking advantage of their unpreparedness, she picked up the phone, ashtray, etc. on the table beside the bed and threw them at Wang Hao. go.

This time Wang Hao completely expected that Qu Qingge would suddenly break free from the rope, and if he didn't pay attention, he was smashed, and even the knife in his hand fell on the bed.

Taking advantage of their panic, Qu Qingge ran down from the bed in a hurry, but was blocked by Wang Hao with a stride, and he slapped him back on the bed.

"Bitch—you don't have to drink a toast." Wang Hao's head was smeared with blood from the ashtray, and he lost his patience, so he spit and cursed directly.

　Dizzy, Qu Qingge seemed to see a blinding white light flashing past the bed, she jumped on it without thinking, picked up a knife and waved it in the air, pointing at them.

"Don't come here—get out of here—"

Just as Wang Hao was about to pounce on him, he saw Qu Qingge holding a knife tremblingly, as if he was going to cut them into pieces. His expression froze for a moment, and then he laughed: "The little wild cat is getting angry—— I don’t want my young master to teach you how to use a knife—”

While talking, Wang Hao walked towards Qu Qingge.

Seeing that this was of no avail, Qu Qingge gritted his teeth and put the knife on his neck with a backhand.

Although it didn't use much force, the knife was very sharp, and it still left a long and thin wound on Qu Qingge's fair neck, and the bright red blood slowly spread out, which was breathtaking.

She would rather die than take advantage of this group of beasts.

As long as she exerts her strength, she will no longer suffer their humiliation in such a frightening manner.

It will be over soon~ it will be over, that is, their death.

Let's die together!
When Qu Qingge thought of this, there was no panic or fear in his eyes. Instead, he was as calm as a pool of clear water in autumn, with beautiful waves and a little coldness.

In fact, she is very afraid of pain, heartache, and body pain.

If—if—

If she cut it off like this, would she regret it?Will someone cry for her?

　
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(End of this chapter)