Late at night.

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

City South Line, racing track.

The last game is about to take place in the night.

The protagonists are Rong Jincheng and Pan Wenguang.

The game uses the rule of winning two games in three games. Whoever loses will abide by the rules and leave the female companion for one night.

Rong Jincheng's female companion is Han Yurou, while Pan Wenguang brought a young model with an eighteenth-tier model, a typical internet celebrity face, called "Qingqing".

Han Yurou didn't like this kind of occasion and thought she was just coming to accompany Rong Jincheng to a formality.

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

Before the game, Rong Jincheng smoked a cigarette.

In the previous two games, one loses and one wins. If you win the third game, that Qingqing will be his.

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

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

No matter how you look at this game, he will suffer a loss. He doesn’t want any of the 18th-tier model.

Rong Jincheng took a deep breath of cigarette and looked at the dark mountains in the distance.

Why did he agree to this game? Is he unwilling to accept it? Or is it caused by some aging factors in his body?

A somewhat confused scene flashed in front of my eyes.

There are hotels, suites, men without clothes, and women screaming.

The open crack of the door carried the initial shadow of his life.

There was a cold chill in Rong Jincheng's eyes, and the cold light flashed by, and his heart seemed to fall to the bottom of the sea.

It was dark and his eyes were also pitch black.

"Brother Rong, this is about to start, are you still smoking? You won't regret it, right?" Pan Wenguang walked over with a signature smile on his face, smiling humbly.

"Am I the kind of person who will go back on his word?"

"Of course not, just joke with Brother Rong, don't take it seriously. By the way, the little woman brought by Brother Rong looks familiar, and it seems like she has seen it somewhere."

Pan Wenguang didn’t see Han Yurou’s face in the hospital last time. Today, he saw her in a hurry and felt familiar. She seemed to have read it in a beauty pageant magazine.

"What's so strange about the public's face?"

"Yes, too, women have seen each other so much that they always feel familiar. But Brother Rong's woman is really pretty. I'm looking forward to this last game. If I win... tsk, I can hold the beauty back." Pan Wenguang licked his lips exaggeratedly, and was ready to rub his hands, "But Brother Rong, don't worry, when the sky is dawn, the beauty is still yours."

Rong Jincheng sneered: "I won't ask for the things I gave out again."

If he loses and gives Han Yurou to Pan Wenguang, he will not ask for it again.

"Wouldn't that be a cheaper me?" Pan Wenguang looked surprised, "Brother Rong, you are too generous, then I have to put in all my strength to deserve Brother Rong's kindness."

Han Yurou's face suddenly flashed before Rong Jincheng's eyes—

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

He rubbed his eyebrows and his head ached slightly.

The sudden headache made him feel bad.

Very bad.

The night wind blew on him, very cold, with a cold chill.

He has played such a game dozens of times abroad, winning and losing, playing with other people's women, and giving up his female companion.

It's just fun.

Even excited and exciting.
Chapter completed!