4.Ye Sansha's One Hundred Dollars

Overnight chaos, ambiguous passion.

Cheng Anya woke up in the morning, with a sore body, and cursed Ye Chen fiercely millions of times.

Ah, this man is a beast, a beast!

She had many traces of bruises on her body, including stipples and kiss marks. Cheng Anya ignored the traces she had scratched on Ye Chen's back and cursed his ancestors eighteen generations.

Her small body was locked in his arms. She had gone all out yesterday and she was dead tired. It was almost dawn and she hurriedly pulled out her clothes, enduring the pain in her lower body. Cheng Anya was trying to avoid cursing Ye Chen again. When she finally put on her clothes, Cheng Anya touched her pocket and found she only had one hundred yuan.

(⊙o⊙) ...

It's enough to buy 100 million yuan for one hundred yuan, right?

Regarding him, he was the one who ate her dry, and she was the one who suffered, which was not enough for him to pay.

It cost a hundred dollars, and she was very distressed. She spent money on pain, and her brain was flooded.

In Cheng Anya's calculations, Ye Sanshao did not have 100 yuan, which is cheap enough. Though if Ye Sanshao knew he would vomit blood, o (╯ □ ╰) o.

Thinking about it that way, Cheng Anya put the money on the table with confidence, and tore a piece of white paper kindly, and wrote a few words, Ya Beast, this is your betrayal money, goodbye!!!

Cheng Anya sneaked out of the room, escaped, and slipped away!

To go home and find Lin Li to settle accounts, she dared to drug her, she didn't want to live, right?

Lest he ask her for 10 million, and she didn't have the price for paying 100.

Ye Sansha woke up, the sky was white and bright, and he comfortably held the pillow in his arms. He paused, feeling something wrong, and opened his eyes suddenly. He was only one person left in the room, his eyes narrowed slightly, showing off his enchanting features. Dangerous in an instant, he looked lazy and deadly in the morning light.

Damn girl.

Did she run away?

Runaway. No one has escaped the palm of Ye Chen.

He has a snack, and Ye Sansha is now a typical spine.

He glanced at the hundred dollars on the table, the pink colour was dazzling, and a bad hunch came out spontaneously. Ye Chen's eyes were drawn fiercely, preferably not what he thought.

He underestimated Cheng Anya's demon nature.

When he saw the line of curse words on the white paper, Ye Chen's eyes sank, and his whole body exuded a kind of Yan Luo's murderous spirit.

Beast?

A hundred dollars?

Selling money?

good very good!

Pulling the paper head with one hand and kneading it into a ball, Ye Sansha smiled distortedly.