Han Yurou bit and scratched Rong Jincheng, but she could not stop the man's passionate emotions at all.

On the big bed, her thick hair spread apart, like a rag doll without strength.

It took Rong Jincheng a certain amount of time before he let her go, leaned against the bedside and lit a cigarette.

Han Yurou was still crying, her thin body curled up in a ball.

"..." Rong Jincheng looked at her suspiciously, why did he cry?

Generally speaking, the women he wanted to be a woman he liked to act coquettishly with him afterwards, and said "You are so great."

In front of Han Yurou, he was a little doubting his ability for the first time.

He isn't very rough, right?

Why are you crying?

Rong Jincheng really couldn't figure it out.

"Stop crying." Rong Jincheng took a tissue and wiped her tears randomly. "I'll get angry if I cry again."

It would be fine if he didn't speak, but as soon as he opened his mouth, Han Yurou cried even harder.

"you!"

Rong Jincheng took a sip of cigarette, feeling helpless.

"It's funny how adults can cry like this." Rong Jincheng laughed out loud, "If you said that right, you are two years older than me. Oh, it's not embarrassing."

Han Yurou's crying filled the bedroom. She buried her head in her knees and her shoulders trembled.

Rong Jincheng was one head and two big. He threw away the cigarette butts, covered his ears and jumped out of the bed.

"It's so noisy." As he said that, Master Rong walked outside with his slippers.

This is the first time Rong Jincheng has encountered such a thing and is at a loss.

Han Yurou was the first woman to go to bed with him and cry like this.

Crying so hard that he doubted... ability.

Rong Jincheng stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, squinted his eyes and looked down from the top floor. The night view of the capital was really good.

...

On the road, the black Rolls-Royce shuttled through the city.

Neon lights, colorful.

Qiao Sinian sent Xiao Zi to her apartment.

"Master Qiao, I'm here, you go home early." Xiao Zi got out of the car and waved her hand at Qiao Sinian.

"Um."

Qiao Sinian turned the car around and drove towards Qiao's house.

At the traffic light, he glanced at his cell phone and Ye Jiaqi sent him several text messages.

In the dark night, Qiao Sinian frowned slightly, his eyes were dark and like water in the deep pool.

A black coat wrapped around his body, and a cold chill was emitting all around him.

His gaze fell ahead, sharp and deep.

The car kept driving towards Qiao's house, which was a little more urgent than usual.

Qiao Sinian didn't know what he was worried about or looking forward to.

On the empty and deserted road, he accelerated all the way.

The car speeds up, and he only took half of his usual time to drive back to Qiao's house!

This point is not too late.

Ye Jiaqi was sitting in the living room stealing potato chips, watching TV while eating, smiling happily.

If Qiao Sinnian knows about stealing food that is not nutritious, he will inevitably be scolded.

She could only eat secretly while he was not at home.

There was a variety show on the TV, and Ye Jiaqi leaned against the pillow and kept laughing.

She had already taken a shower and there was a TV in her bedroom, but she was used to sitting in the living room waiting for him, because she could detect it as soon as he came back.

I don’t know if it was because she was laughing too happily or the heating was too strong, and her face was flushing.

The pink satin pajamas were even sweeter when she wore them.

A pack of lemon-flavored potato chips came to bottom soon.

Ye Jiaqi shook, yes, he stopped eating, so Qiao Sinian would not notice it.

Just as she jumped off the sofa and put on her slippers, suddenly the door of the living room opened.
Chapter completed!