Another night wind blew, and when it blew on my face, it was like a blade.

The surroundings were very quiet, and you could even hear your rapid breathing.

Smoke is sweeping, and the nicotine smell of cigarettes does not seem to relieve symptoms of headaches.

"I mean, Brother Rong, your face doesn't look very good. Is it because you feel uncomfortable? Or... I can't bear to let it go? If you really can't bear to let it go, I'll drive slowly later. Anyway, it's better to be happy. Who cares about winning or losing?"

Pan Wenguang said this, but he used the method of provoking it in bad ways.

He knew Rong Jincheng very well, and young and energetic men could not stand the most aggressive method.

Sure enough, Rong Jincheng glanced at him coldly, and said in a bad tone: "Don't cry if you lose."

"Haha, it's not embarrassing to cry." Pan Wenguang laughed loudly, "Brother Rong, this Qingqing is still a senior student, a part-time model. I have never met her. According to the agent, she is still there for the first time. Look, I still think about Brother Rong and will not let our Brother Rong suffer."

"What's the point? It's like a dead fish in the bed."

"Ah? Don't like it? Then I'll change it?" Pan Wenguang said with a smile on his face.

Rong Jincheng glanced at the mountains in the distance and took another breath of cigarette.

Only half of a cigarette was left, and the cigarette butts were shining brightly in the darkness.

After a while, he strode towards a secluded place, took out his cell phone and called Han Yurou.

"What are you doing?" he said lightly.

Han Yurou sat on the bed holding a book: "Reading."

"What's so good about books? What else do you know besides reading books? A nerd!"

"I'm not interested in racing, you can play it yourself, I won't go and watch it."

"Did I let you see it?"

Han Yurou choked: "Well, it's me who was self-indulgent. It's too late, I'll go to bed after reading a book. Don't call me again."

"Han Yurou, your attitude is very bad."

"Think whatever you like." Han Yurou hung up the phone, too lazy to argue with Rong Jincheng.

After spending time together, she found that although Rong Jincheng was only two years younger than her, some of his behavior was particularly naive.

For example, forcing her to smile.

However, she couldn't laugh at him.

Thinking of this, Han Yurou frowned and she was no longer interested in reading. She simply turned off the light and pulled the quilt on.

Rong Jincheng was hung up by Han Yurou, and his mood became worse and worse, just like the sky before the storm came, it was gloomy.

His face turned pale and looked very ugly.

Not far away, Pan Wenguang looked like a good show, kept throwing raisins into his mouth and chewing them loudly.

Is this a tangled thing about Young Master Rong? Pan Wenguang is puzzled.

I have played abroad so many times, but I haven’t seen Rong Jincheng like this.

You can't say you're reluctant to leave, and you can't see anything you're reluctant to leave.

I'm willing to let it go, but I'm not going to the runway yet.

Pan Wenguang was very puzzled. It was hard to guess Mr. Rong’s thoughts.

But there was nothing to guess. He knew that Rong Jincheng would keep his word. If he really lost, he would definitely give him the woman one night.

Thinking of the woman's slender waist, his body tightened.

If this is in bed, it will be so ecstatic.

No wonder Young Master Rong looked absent-minded.

Tsk tsk.

Pan Wenguang threw another handful of raisins into his mouth, chewed them hard, and his eyes fell on Rong Jincheng not far away.
Chapter completed!