Sweet Love Contract

When Wanda went downstairs, the expensive car was still parked outside, and Quincy was waiting for her in front of the car.

He was playing with the lighter.

Seeing that Wanda finally came down, he raised his eyebrows and put away his lighter.

"Get in the car." Quincy said faintly, and after that, he got into the car first.

The driver put Wanda's luggage into the trunk. Looking at her, Quincy stood there with his head down. Finally, Wanda couldn't help but look back at the direction of her house. When she turned around, tears welled up in her eyes and she sat beside Quincy. "Don't make such a life and death separation. I haven't said that you can't go home to see your disappointing uncle in the future." Seeing her like this, Quincy suddenly said these words, even he himself didn't know why he felt a little sorry for her.

He didn't know that the reason why she was sad now was not that she didn't have a chance to come back in the future. Her uncle was her only family. For so many years, she had suffered a lot for this family, but she never felt aggrieved, because there was only one goal in her heart, which was to save enough money for her uncle's treatment.

She had no friends or been in love. She was like a machine that made money. But when the day finally came, what was waiting for her was such an end.

When Quincy asked her uncle to sell her to him, her uncle didn't hesitate at all. She even saw a sigh of relief in her uncle's eyes.

It turned out that in her uncle's heart, she should be a machine, without love, only value.

Looking at her, Quincy leaned against the back seat lazily and said, "or, do you feel surprised at this result? It's all your fault. You don't know what a gambler is! "

"It's none of your business what I'm thinking now. You have nothing to do with what will happen to me." "I'm here now. You don't have to sneer at me anymore." Wanda muffled, but there was a bit of gambling in her tone, as well as disgust for Quincy. With a snort, Quincy didn't say anything. This woman was quite bold. It was the first time that someone dared to talk to him in such a tone.

Although the car was spacious enough, it was the first time that she had been so close to a man, and besides this demonic man. Although Wanda had huddled herself up against the window, she still felt that his breath had been around her nose. Looking at her uneasiness, a playful smile played at the corners of Quincy's mouth. "Are you afraid? Are you afraid of me?"

Wanda didn't turn her head. She just shook down the window glass the sudden influx of air made her breathe a sigh of relief. He was right. She was afraid of him. He gave off a violent aura, as if he was born with a depressing element. However, he was so handsome that he could easily catch a person's sight and heartstrings.

All of a sudden, Quincy approached her. With her whole body against the window, Wanda asked, "what do you want to do?"

In fact, he just wanted to close the window. Wanda's face was very red, perhaps because she was blown red by the cold wind, or because she was shy. Besides, she suddenly stood up like a hedgehog, which suddenly made him interested.

"What you are thinking I am going to do. That's exactly what I am going to do." He swept his fingers across her fair skinned face. The fear in her bright eyes was like a deer, making him feel heartbroken. "You are mine now. What do I want to do? Do you have the right to say no?"

Wanda pushed him away with all her strength. The look in Quincy's eyes suddenly darkened, and Wanda's heart shrank. "I just work to pay off my debts, don't ask me to do something I don't want to do. Mr. Qin, I hope you can keep your words!"

With a sneer, his hand slid from her back to her waist. With a more powerful grip, she almost clung to him. The breath of the two intertwined in an instant. Wanda was frightened and wanted to retreat, but failed. She quickly turned her head and closed her eyes. "What makes you think you can pay me back five million just by your part-time job? Are you really so naive? Or have you overestimated your ability? I'm not a philanthropist. What I'm talking about is only interests. Of course, there is a shortcut to make money. If you want to be free, I can give you a way.

At this time, the car stopped. Wanda slowly opened her eyes. When she saw clearly where they stopped, her eyes immediately turned red. She cried and pleaded, "Mr. Qin, I promise you that I will make enough money in the shortest time. I beg you, don't sell me to this kind of place."

"Very good. This is the attitude of a person who owes me money." Quincy pinched Wanda's chin and continued, "besides, I don't like others to try to challenge my bottom line. You'd better remember your identity when you talk to me!" After that, he opened the door and got out of the car.

When the driver reached out to pull the door of the car, he found that Wanda was holding it tightly inside and was unwilling to let go. She looked at Quincy in dismay and despair. At this time, she could only think of asking this devil like man for help.

With an evil and attractive smile, Quincy said lightly, "I'll give you three seconds to consider whether to get out of the car or I cut off your hand and throw it into the pool. By the way, I'll explain to you what is the pool." Quincy bent down and smiled, but Wanda felt a bloodthirsty feeling from his smile. "Those men must have never played with beauties without hands, right?"

Wanda's face turned pale in an instant, and she couldn't help but let go of her hand. She knew that he didn't lie to her, and since he could say it, he would definitely do it. And she didn't dare to challenge his bottom line again.

The driver dragged Wanda directly out of the back seat. She lay on the ground awkwardly. Feeling the pain in her palm, she couldn't help but shed tears. She quickly reached out her hand to wipe them away. Crying in front of such a man would only intensify his mockery of her. She had been sold by her family, and now she had to be sold by Quincy. How could she have the right to talk about dignity?

Involuntarily, she raised her head and looked at the golden signboard club in front of her again. It was a drunk and luxurious place in South Sea city and a paradise for men. Here, as long as she was willing to sell her soul, she could soon pay off the money she owed to Quincy.

Looking at her coldly, Quincy saw that Wanda slowly stood up from the ground with determination in her eyes. He smiled and said, "come in with me."

Wanda followed him numbly. Since then, she couldn't ever go back to the past. ☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐