What did he say?

As if she suspected that she had heard wrongly, there was a "buzzing" sound in her ears, irritating her eardrums bit by bit.

child?

"Don't joke with me, please, please, don't joke with me..." She grabbed Rong Jincheng's arm with both hands, her eyes filled with panic and panic.

She was afraid.

"Such a big reaction?" Rong Jincheng clicked his tongue, lowered his head and pinched her cheek, "I was just joking with you."

"Stop making such jokes. Really, it's not funny at all." She was scared and panicked.

"You're overthinking. How old am I, Rong Jincheng? I'm only twenty-two years old, kid? I hate kids."

Han Yurou's grip on his arm loosened and dropped.

That's good.

Rong Jincheng glanced at her: "I'll come down for breakfast after I've finished packing. I don't want to wait too long. My friends are still waiting for me at the racing track."

"good……"

Rong Jincheng walked downstairs. He was not used to getting up so early.

When he was abroad, he would go to bars at night and catch up on sleep in the dormitory in the morning, leading a chaotic life.

Now that he has such restrictions after returning to China, his life has become more and more regular.

The thought of having to manage three companies in the future gave him a headache.

When that time comes, will he still have the energy to live and drink? Wouldn't that be a painful death?

As for people, a big appetite can really overwhelm you to death.

If he had known earlier, he wouldn't have wanted Qiao's.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but call Josnian.

He slowly took out his cell phone, dialed Josnian's number, and calmly forked a custard bun with his other hand and bit it.

"Good morning, Master Qiao."

"What's the matter?" Josnian had just come out of the gym and was about to take a shower.

"Can't you care about Master Qiao if you have nothing to do? My friend held a racing competition today, will Master Qiao come to play?"

"Not interested."

"That's such a pity. Master Qiao has lost a lot of fun in his life."

Josnian held the corners of his lips indifferently and said nothing.

"Master Qiao, you can call me at any time if you want to come. Can we still be friends from now on? Master Qiao, you don't like to play this or that, so what are your hobbies? I can accompany you.

.”

"kill."

"..." Rong Jincheng's neck felt cold.

Forget it, this hobby is a bit too advanced.

"Don't call me with this nonsense again," Josnian warned.

"Master Qiao, when will you leave the capital? Tell me when you leave so that I can change the signboard of 'Qiao's' to 'Rong's' on that day, right?"

No matter how calm Rong Jincheng's tone was, he couldn't suppress the elation in his heart.

The Rong family company has had many dealings with Qiao, and without exception, they have lost everything.

But now, he got back a set as soon as he returned to China. Why is he not happy?

Rong Jianguo always said that he had no knowledge, no skills, no great achievements, and was a second-generation ancestor.

Oh, there is such a powerful second generation ancestor like him? He doesn't believe it.

"Rong Jincheng, one day, you have to fall hard once to gain a long memory."

"Does Master Qiao have a hard fall this time? Does he have a long memory?"

Josnian was too lazy to talk to Rong Jincheng and hung up the phone without replying.

He had already walked back to the bedroom. There were beads of sweat on his head after working out. Under his clothes, his abs and perfect figure were looming.
Chapter completed!