Night. [Full text reading. 】

The night in the capital fell, and the surroundings fell into darkness where they could not see their fingers.

Seongnam Line, racing track.

The final game is about to take place in the nightfall.

The protagonists are Yung Kam Cheng and Pan Wenguang.

The game uses the rules of best-of-three games, and whoever loses will abide by the rules and let the female companion for one night.

Rong Jincheng's female companion is Han Yurou, and Pan Wenguang brought an eighteen-line small model, a typical Internet celebrity face, what is called "Qingqing".

Han Yurou didn't like this kind of occasion, thinking that she was just here to accompany Rong Jincheng through the motions.

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

Before the game, Yung Jincheng smoked a cigarette.

In the previous two games, one lost and one won, if the third game was won, that Qingqing would be his.

He couldn't even make out Qingqing's face, and he didn't even bother to give him a night.

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

In this game, no matter how you look at it, he suffers, and he doesn't want any eighteen-line small models.

Rong Jincheng took a hard puff of his cigarette and looked at the pitch-black mountains in the distance.

Why did he agree to this game, was he unwilling? Or is it the work of some aging factors in the body?

A somewhat confused scene flashed before his eyes.

There are hotels, there are suites, there are men without clothes, and there are screams of women.

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

Rong Jincheng's eyes were cold, the cold light flashed, and his heart felt like falling to the bottom of the sea.

It was dark, and it was pitch black before his eyes.

"Brother Rong, this is about to start, what about smoking? You won't regret it, will you? Pan Wenguang walked over with a trademark smile on his face, smiling sheepishly.

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

"Of course not, it's just a joke with Brother Rong, don't take it seriously. In other words, the little woman brought by Brother Rong is a little 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 familiar, as if he had seen it in some beauty pageant magazine.

"The face of the public, what is so strange about the familiar."

"Yes, yes, women have seen a lot, and they always feel a little familiar. But Brother Rong's woman is really beautiful, I'm looking forward to this last game, if I win tsk, I can hug the beauty. Pan Wenguang licked his lips exaggeratedly and rubbed his hands, "But don't worry, Brother Rong, as soon as the day dawns, the beauty is still yours." ”

Rong Jincheng sneered: "I won't ask for anything I send out." ”

If he loses and gives Han Yurou to Pan Wenguang, he won't ask for it again.

"Wouldn't that be cheaper for me?" 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." ”

Rong Jincheng's eyes suddenly flashed Han Yurou's face-

Weak, pale and bloodless, does not like to laugh or talk.

He rubbed his brow, his head aching.

The sudden headache made him feel terrible.

Terrible.

The night wind blew on him, cold, with an icy chill.

He has played this kind of game dozens of times when he was abroad, winning and losing, playing with other people's women, and letting his female companion out.

It's just fun.

Even excited, stimulating.

"Brother Rong, are you not feeling well? If you're not feeling well, let's change the day? ”