Send You all Stars in the Sky Chapter 4: I can also sleep with Mr. Bo.

Grace knew that Carl wanted to humiliate her, and the children of the rich and powerful families who were playing with sex around had already started whistling excitedly.

But 11,000 times is really a good deal. She has been here for a month and has not earned 100,000 yuan.

She smiled, gritted her teeth, knelt on the glass slag and climbed forward step by step.

Her white knee was stabbed to pain and she could even hear the sound of glass sticking into her bones, but she did not shed a drop of tears.

Her tears have dried up in the past five years.

Within a distance of less than one meter, she seemed to have climbed as long as a world.

She finally climbed to his feet, bit her lip and held out her hand at him: "Mr. Bo, 100,000 yuan."

Her voice was hoarse and ugly, like stewed on thick sandpaper, and the people around her frowned in disgust.

Carl was amazed. Her voice...

"Mr. Bo, you don't want to default, do you?" When he did not speak, she said without fear of death.

"Grace, you really make me sick!" Carl's eyes were cold and she was kicked to the ground with a hard kick.

He tore open his wallet and threw the red money in his hand in her face.

"Want money? Well, I'll give it to you and treat it as a handout beggar!"

The bank notes slipped sharply across her cheek and cut wounds, but she bent down inadvertently and picked up the bank notes one by one.

The money was trodden dirty and smelly by the bystanders, and her fingers were red, but she bent over and quickly picked it up, stuffing the money into her pocket like a treasure.

She knew everyone was laughing at her and reviling her, but she didn't care.

To put it bluntly, today she has dignity and cannot be used as food. She has money and talent.

What's more, this is life-saving money...

Carl looked coldly at her and sneered, "Grace, after five years of absence, you are getting cheaper and cheaper."

The word cheap stung her heart.

But why did she become so cheap, didn't he know?

"Do anything for money?"

Carl took out a check from his delicate wallet and wrote it several times as usual.

The cheque was handed to her with slender fingers.

"Take off your clothes and have a lap dance."

She glanced at the number on the cheque with low eyes. Mr. Bo was really generous.

Several dude whistled excitedly and took their mobile phones to prepare for shooting.

Although her face is ruined and her figure is still very good, it is no wonder that Mr. Bo likes it.

Grace bit his lip and stared at the cheque in his hand, trembling and stretching out his bloody hand to tear open the collar and began to unbutton one by one.

A million dollars to look at her body, she is not losing anything.

Seeing the spring scenery inside her, the men around her were extremely excited.

But just as she unbuttoned the last button, Carl suddenly dragged her up like crazy and into his exclusive suite.

"Grace, I didn't expect, five years away, you have become so cheap! For a million dollars, you can undress in front of so many people. You are really disgusting!"

He threw her down on the bed and stared at her angrily.

But she laughed sarcastically all over her face. Isn't he forcing her to be so disgusting?

Looking at his abnormal appearance, Grace suddenly put his hand around his neck and smiled flattering: "Carl, five years have passed, and you will not forget me, will you?"

Her voice was not as ethereal and beautiful as before, but it froze him.

She smiled more and more flattering: "If Mr. Bo is willing, I can sleep with Mr. Bo and give me the money after sleep."

When her voice fell, she took the initiative to step forward and kissed him on the lip.

A kiss as light as a cicada's wing burned his whole body of blood to the highest point.

He tore her clothes to pieces with his backhand, but his eyes were attracted by the ugly scar on her thin waist.

Once the tattoo of his initials disappeared and turned into a black scar, shocking and disgusting.

He threw her off the bed with great force in an unprovoked exasperation.

"Grace, where is the tattoo? Where is my name?"