After taking a cold shower, my body felt much more comfortable, and the tight string slowly loosened.

He washed his hair again, and the small bathroom was filled with the smell of shampoo.

These rough men don’t use shampoo and soap very much, so Rong Jincheng looks like an alien in their eyes and loves to be very clean.

In this place, Rong Jincheng even learned to wash clothes.

In the past, he had no time to do these jobs. He didn't have enough time to do laundry and cook? That was done by the servants.

Rong Jincheng thought that he was not Rong Jincheng now, he was Xiaoliu.

After he came to New York, he changed his face completely. Except for the fact that his face had not changed much, he had changed everything else.

He also took a fast shower, and he finished it in about ten minutes. He pushed open the bathroom door and placed his clothes in the washbasin.

There is no hair dryer here, just wipe the dry towel for a few times and then air-dry it naturally.

Rong Jincheng walked out wearing big black shorts, his upper body was naked, and he took a breath, enjoying the night wind.

The wind is filled with the fragrance of roses, the moon is blurry, and there is no one in the yard.

Most people have to go out to find work at night. Rong Jincheng doesn’t want to work today and comes back early. During the day of the weekend, they will gather in the yard to play cards.

Anyway, this is a slum, no one will come to check it out.

Whether it is fighting or gambling, it doesn't matter.

The fire in Rong Jincheng's body pressed down. While he was simmering in the yard and blew his hair, he lit another cigarette and leaned against the wall.

This wind is so comfortable.

"Ah, ah...Brother...Slow down...Ah..."

"Fuck." Rong Jincheng cursed, "Why are you doing good things next door? Damn, it doesn't take much money to go out to open a room.

The fire that Rong Jincheng had just suppressed was hooked up again. Fortunately, he had been here for two years, and these brothers would bring women to live from time to time.

Those who are more conscious will go out to check in, and those who are unconscious will do it directly here.

But Rong Jincheng was angry and unhappy tonight.

I feel even more uncomfortable when I hear the woman's voice.

He took a few sips of cigarettes.

The moonlight shines in the courtyard, and the flower pots in the courtyard are full of roses, which is the only bright color in this place.

The places where a group of men live are dirty and messy. They are too lazy to clean up. They don’t do things like sleeping during the day and working at night, cleaning up the house.

Rong Jincheng was cleaning up at first, but later he became lazy and stopped cleaning up.

After smoking a cigarette, he washed off his clothes and hung them all on the rope outside.

The woman next door yelled for a few minutes and stopped calling.

Rong Jincheng sneered, no.

It's not possible to be so young.

You know, it's okay for him to come several times overnight.

After this comparison, Rong Jincheng was in a very good mood and whistled.

The sound came from the next room. After a while, the door opened and a sexy woman in a sexy dress twisted her waist and walked out, with a muddy breath on her body.

She lifted her hair and happened to see Rong Jincheng drying clothes.

She looked at Rong Jincheng up and down, especially in some places for a long time.

Unfortunately, I can't see clearly at night.

She walked over and rubbed Rong Jincheng with her white arm, moaning: "Little brother, are you drying clothes alone?"

"Yes, why don't you help me with it?" Rong Jincheng didn't buy it.

"Don't dry clothes anymore. Look how I look?" The woman was coquettish and prepared to hug Rong Jincheng's neck with one hand.
Chapter completed!