Play coquettish with Joe

Chapter 1560 The Slender Waist in a Graceful Grip
Another gust of night wind blew, and when it blew on his face, it was like a blade.

The surroundings are very quiet, and you can even hear your own rapid breathing.

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

"I'm serious, Brother Rong, you don't look very good. Is it because you're not feeling well? Or... you can't bear it? If you really can't bear it, I'll drive slowly later. Anyway, just play, just have fun. Who cares about winning or losing."

Pan Wenguang said so, but he used aggressive methods in a bad way.

He knew Rong Jincheng quite well, young and vigorous men couldn't stand aggressive tactics.

Sure enough, Rong Jincheng gave him a cold look, and said in a bad tone, "Don't cry if you lose."

"Haha, it's not ashamed to cry." Pan Wenguang laughed, "Brother Rong, this Qingqing is still a senior student. I have never met a part-time model. According to the agency, it is the first time. See, I still stand in for Rong." For my brother's sake, we won't let our brother Rong suffer."

"What's so good about it, it's like a dead fish on the bed."

"Huh? Don't like it? Then I'll change it?" Pan Wenguang said with a hippie smile.

Rong Jincheng glanced at the mountains in the distance and took another drag on his cigarette.

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

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 flatly.

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

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

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

"Did I ask you to come and see?"

Han Yurou choked for a moment: "Well, I'm just pretending to be sentimental. It's getting late, and I'll go to bed after reading a few more books. 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 getting along for this period of time, she found that although Rong Jincheng was only two years younger than her, some of his behaviors were extremely childish.

Like making her laugh.

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

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

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

His face was livid and very ugly.

Not far away, Pan Wenguang seemed to be watching the show, and kept throwing raisins into his mouth, chewing loudly.

Young Master Rong, does this count as entanglement?Pan Wenguang was puzzled.

In foreign countries, I have played so many times, but I have never seen Rong Jincheng like this.

Say no to give up, and I can't see any reluctance.

Let's say it's willing, but it's clear that I haven't gone to the runway for a long time.

Pan Wenguang was very puzzled. It's hard to guess what Young Master Rong is thinking.

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

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

If this is on the bed, it will be more ecstasy.

No wonder Young Master Rong looked out of his mind.

Gee.

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

Rong Jincheng's back was facing him. He was dressed in casual attire. He was tall and slender. The weak light made his shadow very long.

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