Another gust of night wind blew by, and when it hit my face, it was like a razor blade.

It was very quiet around me, and I could even hear my own rapid breathing.

The smoky, nicotine smell of cigarettes doesn't seem to relieve the headache symptoms.

"I'm serious. Brother Rong, your face doesn't look very good. Are you feeling unwell? Or are you saying... you can't let it go? If you really can't let it go, I'll drive slower later. Anyway, just have fun and have fun.

Who cares about winning or losing."

Pan Wenguang said so, but he also used the provocation method in a bad way.

He knew Rong Jincheng very well, young and energetic men couldn't bear the most provocation.

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

"Haha, it's not shameful to cry." Pan Wenguang laughed, "Brother Rong, this Qingqing is still a senior in college. I've never been a part-time model. According to the agency, it's still the first time. Look, I still stand for Rong.

It’s for my brother’s sake and I won’t let our brother Rong suffer any loss.”

"What's so great about being here, but being in bed is like a dead fish."

"Ah? Don't like it? How about I change it?" Pan Wenguang said with a playful smile.

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

There was only half a cigarette left, and the cigarette butt shone brightly in the darkness.

After a while, he strode to a secluded place, took out his mobile phone and made a call to Han Yurou.

"What are you doing?" He said calmly.

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

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

"I'm not interested in racing. You can play by yourself. I won't watch."

"Did I let you come and see it?"

Han Yurou choked for a moment: "Well, I'm just being sentimental. It's getting late, I'll read a book for a while and then go to bed. Don't call me again."

"Han Yurou, your attitude is very bad."

"You can think whatever you want." Han Yurou hung up the phone, too lazy to argue with Rong Jincheng.

After this period of getting along, she discovered that although Rong Jincheng was only two years younger than her, some of his behaviors were particularly childish.

Just like forcing her to laugh.

However, facing him, she couldn't laugh at all.

Thinking of this, Han Yurou frowned and lost interest in reading. She simply turned off the light and pulled up the quilt.

Rong Jincheng was hung up by Han Yurou, and his mood became increasingly bad, like the sky before a storm, gloomy.

His face was ashen and very ugly.

Not far away, Pan Wenguang looked like he was watching a good show, constantly throwing raisins into his mouth and chewing loudly.

Is this considered entangled by Young Master Rong? Pan Wenguang is puzzled.

I have played so many times abroad, but I have never seen Rong Jincheng like this.

Even if you say you are reluctant to give up, you can’t see any reluctance.

I'd say I'm willing to give it up, but I've obviously been reluctant to go to the track.

Pan Wenguang was very puzzled. It was difficult to guess what Young Master Rong was thinking.

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

Thinking of that woman's slender waist, his body tensed up.

It would be so ecstasy if this were done in bed.

No wonder Young Master Rong looked so distracted.

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!