Rong Jincheng lowered his head innocently, as if whatever he said was wrong.

After taking the medicine, Han Yurou ignored him and rested silently on the bed alone.

"Let me buy you food. You didn't eat anything last night." Rong Jincheng was a little embarrassed, afraid that he would say the wrong thing again.

"In the hospital ward, the nurse will deliver meals, so you don't have to do this."

"Can the hospital food be delicious?"

"That's better than the one you bought."

Rong Jincheng is really sad.

It's really heartbreaking.

And it’s so straightforward.

A heart is riddled with holes.

"Then I'll come and see you in the evening...take good care of yourself. If you're bored, watch TV. If you're hungry, call the nurse."

"Don't come. I can't bear the care of Mr. Rong. You don't call it care, it's torture."

Rong Jincheng: "..."

It seemed like everything he said was wrong.

But he still had to leave the hospital.

He is going to make money.

Before leaving, Han Yurou turned her back to him and didn't even look at him.

Rong Jincheng called Lao San as soon as he went out. He often went out with Lao San to pick up jobs. The two were partners and had the closest relationship.

The third child has been around in New York for a long time and knows the market.

"Lao San, have you found a job?"

"Xiao Liu, I've been holding on tight lately and can't do many things. I have a bold idea..."

"Um?"

"Xiao Liu, look at you, you look good and have a good figure. You just need to dress up a little and learn some skills...Xiao Liu, you go to work in the club."

"..." Rong Jincheng was really convinced, "Go away."

After holding it in for a long time, I just said this to him.

If he wanted to make a duck, he would have done it long ago, right?! Why is there any need for him to point fingers here?

Just based on his looks, he can become a top star within a month.

"Xiao Liu, I'm serious. We have no looks and are short, so we can't go. You are different. You have a good look. Why don't you make money? The club is easy to catch. As long as you don't cause trouble, there will be no problem.

, the tips alone in one night are more than what you make in a month now. Right?"

"Okay, don't come up with bad ideas, I won't go."

"Xiao Liu...you can't let go, are you still a virgin?" The man's low laughter came from the other end.

Rong Jincheng: "..."

"Oh, we are all men. There is nothing to admit. If you are true, I will take you to have a taste of women first. I have been thinking about you all day long. It is so heartbreaking!" The third child

He said, "I didn't expect Xiaoliu to be so innocent. I haven't seen such an innocent little boy for a long time."

Rong Jincheng: "..."

He hung up the phone silently.

It was better for him to go out and find a job on his own.

With his status, he can only find some illegal jobs and part-time jobs that do not require identification. Such jobs often provide very little money.

Sad people.

But if he had no money, how could he treat Han Yurou? He also wanted to buy her a birthday gift, as her birthday was coming soon.

He had never really worried about money before, and now he has fallen to this point.

Rong Jincheng took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and lit one. His sad face was filled with silent silence.

The wind blew his bangs, the silver earrings on his ears shone with sparkling luster, and he narrowed his eyes and looked into the distance.

In the far distance, there is no poetry and no beloved girl, only melancholy and the melancholy of not making money.

So damn sad.
Chapter completed!