Play coquettish with Joe

Chapter 4496 His little fairy (1)

"How can it be misunderstood? You are so beautiful and I am so ugly. I won't misunderstand you."

"Don't you want to work and go to work? There is no future for you to idle around like this."

Rong Jincheng: "..."

It's really frustrating.

The words "idle and idle" really hurt his self-esteem. In fact, she had already said many things that hurt his self-esteem.

He admits that he is useless and knows nothing, but he is not idle.

Han Yurou put her bag on her back and didn't look at him again: "You can actually go back to China, and you are not blocked in China, so nothing will happen when you go back, at least you have more opportunities than in New York."

"Go back and let those people see my jokes?"

"No one sees your jokes, you just care too much."

"What do you know, you don't understand that feeling at all!" Rong Jincheng was so angry that his neck was stiff again, his eyes were red.

"I don't understand. I don't understand you in the first place. You don't need to quarrel with me." Han Yurou walked away silently with a particularly alienated and indifferent expression.

It's ugly to have a quarrel in the cafeteria.

She wasn't very good at fighting.

Han Yurou left.

Rong Jincheng tasted nothing.

Nor did he mean to speak loudly to her.

After eating half of it, he also went home sullenly.

He had nothing to do in the afternoon, and took a bar job at night, and the tip was very high. With some money saved, he wanted to start a small business.

He didn't idle around, and even worked very hard, but in Han Yurou's eyes, his idleness was like idleness.

He didn't go back to the group to rent a house, he walked aimlessly on the street alone, smoking a cigarette.

Tired from walking, he sat on a street bench and covered his face with a newspaper to rest.

Autumn is high and crisp, the wind is light and the clouds are light.

A gust of wind blows, bringing the taste of autumn.

The streets of New York have their own New York style, towering buildings, flat and clean roads stretching all the way.

There are loud noises, car horns, pedestrians talking, and the sound of advertisements on electronic screens.

No one would take care of him, Rong Jincheng was lying on the bench alone.

It was dark before he went to the bar.

The third child is also there.

Tonight's job is almost to deliver and serve wine to private rooms. Rong Jincheng is generally unwilling to take on this kind of job, for fear of being recognized by others, but this bar is a themed bar, so you can wear a mask.

He picked out a black mask to put on, and delivered wine to the designated private rooms one by one.

Guests will tip, and tips are expensive.

Maybe because he is in good shape, he received more tips than the third child.

A female guest wanted to keep him, but Rong Jincheng naturally refused, he is not a bad boy.

The bar at night is noisy and lively, life is full of excitement, noisy voices are everywhere, and the smell of perfume is everywhere.

The private rooms are often very lively, and Rong Jincheng's ears hurt after a night.

He also couldn't figure out why he used to like to go to these places so much. Looking at it now, it doesn't mean anything at all.

Might as well learn!

If only he loved learning back then... How wonderful!

When there is no wine to deliver, he chats with the third child, or hides in the bathroom to smoke a cigarette.

"Xiao Liu, private room 908, three bottles of Romanee-Conti."

"Understood, right away." Rong Jincheng went to the front desk to get wine and put on his mask.

908.

A group of men called a few little princesses to play, laughing, singing and dancing, puffing clouds and mist, it was very lively.

The table is in a mess, wine bottles, corks, playing cards, ashtrays... messy everywhere.

(End of this chapter)