Another gust of night wind blew, and when it was scraped on the face, it was like a blade. 【Fengyun Reading Network. 】

It was so quiet that you could even hear your own rapid breathing.

Smoky, the nicotine smell of cigarettes doesn't seem to relieve the symptoms of headaches.

"I mean seriously, Brother Rong, your face doesn't look very good, is it because you're not feeling well? Or is it reluctant? If you're really reluctant, I'll drive slower later, anyway, just play, just have fun, who cares if you win or lose. ”

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

He knows Rong Jin Cheng very well, and young and vigorous men can't stand the agitation method the most.

Sure enough, Rong Jincheng glanced at him indifferently, and his tone was not good: "Don't cry if you lose." ”

"Haha, there's no shame in crying." Pan Wenguang smiled, "Brother Rong, this Qingqing is still a senior student, a part-time model, I haven't touched it, according to the intermediary, it's still there for the first time." Look, I'm still thinking about Brother Rong, and I won't let our Brother Rong suffer. ”

"What's good in the place, it's like a dead fish in bed."

"Huh? Dislike? So I'll change it? Pan Wenguang said with a hippie smile.

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

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

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

"What are you doing?" He said lightly.

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

"What's so good about books, what else would you do but read, nerd!"

"I'm not interested in racing, you play by yourself, I don't go to watch."

"Did I let you come and see it?"

Han Yurou choked for a moment: "Well, it's me who is amorous." It's late, I'll read a book and go to sleep, don't call me again. ”

"Han Yurou, your attitude is very bad."

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

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

It's like forcing her to laugh.

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

Thinking of this, Han Yurou's brows furrowed, and she didn't even have the interest to read a book, so she simply turned off the lights and pulled the quilt.

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

His face was blue and ugly.

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

Rong Dashao, is this a tangle? Pan Wenguang was puzzled.

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

Say it's reluctant, and I can't see any reluctance.

Let's say it's willing, obviously it's delayed not going to the runway.

Pan Wenguang was very puzzled, this kind of thinking is not easy to guess.

But there is nothing to guess, he knows that Rong Jincheng is a good talker, if he really loses, he will definitely give that woman to him for one night.

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

If it were in bed, it would be much more**.

No wonder Rong Dashao looks like he can't give up.

Gee.

Pan Wenguang threw another handful of raisins into his mouth, chewed hard, and his eyes fell on Rong Jincheng who was not far away.

Rong Jincheng turned his back to him, a casual outfit, his figure was tall and slender, and the faint light stretched his shadow very long.