Late at night.

The night fell in the capital, and the surrounding area fell into darkness.

Chengnan Line, racing track.

The last game is about to be played at night.

The protagonists are Yong Jincheng and Pan Wenguang.

The game uses a best-of-three game rule. Whoever loses will abide by the rules and give up his female partner for one night.

Rong Jincheng's female companion is Han Yurou, while Pan Wenguang brings an 18th-tier model with a typical internet celebrity face, called "Qingqing".

Han Yurou didn't like this kind of occasion and thought she was just going through the motions with Rong Jincheng.

When Rong Jincheng was playing racing, she stayed alone in the hotel room, soaked in a hot spring, and read quietly.

Before the game, Rong Jincheng smoked a cigarette.

In the previous two games, one lost and the other won. If he wins the third game, that Qingqing will be his.

He couldn't even recognize Qing Qing's face, and he didn't even bother to give him a night.

And if he loses, he has to give up Han Yurou to Pan Wenguang for one night.

In this competition, no matter how you look at it, he is at a disadvantage. He is an 18th-tier young model, and he doesn't have much to ask for.

Rong Jincheng took a long drag on his cigarette and looked at the dark mountains in the distance.

Why did he agree to this match? Was he unwilling to do so? Or was it due to some aging factors in his body?

A somewhat confusing scene flashed before my eyes.

There are hotels, suites, men without clothes, and women screaming.

The crack in the open door took over the first shadow of his life.

There was a coldness in Rong Jincheng's eyes, the cold light flashed, and his heart felt like it was falling to the bottom of the sea.

It was dark, and everything in front of him was pitch black.

"Brother Rong, we're about to start, why are you still smoking? You won't regret it, right?" Pan Wenguang walked over with a trademark smile on his face, smiling cheekily.

"Am I the kind of person who would go back on my word?"

"Of course not, it's just a joke with Brother Rong, don't take it seriously. By the way, the little woman brought by Brother Rong looks a bit familiar, as if she has seen it somewhere."

Pan Wenguang didn't see Han Yurou's face in the hospital last time, but when he saw it in a hurry today, he felt that it looked familiar, as if he had seen it in some beauty pageant magazine.

"It's a familiar face, there's nothing strange about it."

"Yes, yes, I have seen a lot of women, and I always feel a little familiar. But Brother Rong's woman is really pretty. I'm really looking forward to this last game. If I win... tsk tsk, I can hold the beauty in my arms."

Now." Pan Wenguang exaggeratedly licked his lips and geared up, "But don't worry, Brother Rong, the beauty will still be yours at dawn."

Rong Jincheng sneered: "I won't ask for the things I gave away."

If he loses, give Han Yurou to Pan Wenguang, and he will not ask for it again.

"Wouldn't that give me an advantage?" Pan Wenguang looked surprised, "Brother Rong, you are too generous. Then I will have to work hard later to be worthy of Brother Rong's love."

Han Yurou's face suddenly flashed before Rong Jincheng's eyes——

He was extremely weak, pale and bloodless, and didn't like to laugh or talk.

He rubbed his brows, his head aching.

The sudden headache made him feel very bad.

Very bad.

The night wind blew on his body, which was very cold, with an icy chill.

He had played this kind of game dozens of times when he was abroad, with mixed wins and losses. He had played with other people's women, and even let his own female companions go out.

It's just fun.

Even exciting and stimulating.
Chapter completed!