Rong Jincheng drank too much and stumbled while taking a shower. He hit the wall several times and made a loud noise.

People in the yard were frightened when they heard this: "Xiao Liu fainted?"

"No? I just drank too much."

"Would you like to go in and take a look?"

"...Stop it, he will be shy."

"Tsk, you're still shy in your twenties? Not very capable, right? And it's not like I've never seen him before."

"Xiao Liu may still be a virgin."

"Really? That's so useless."

Several men in the yard spoke openly and loudly. Rong Jincheng heard it and yelled: "I used to have a girlfriend!"

"Oh!" Everyone suddenly understood and exclaimed in unison.

One of them was holding a cigarette and shouted: "Xiao Liu, if you are in a bad mood, I will take you to visit the kilns tonight."

"I'm in a good mood! Why should I be in a bad mood? I'm handsome, white, tall and rich, and you all have to call me the eldest young master."

Everyone: "..."

Lao Si lowered his voice and whispered: "People tend to daydream when they drink too much. Xiao Liu is very typical."

"I'm in a very good mood! People who chase me can circle New York three times, no, thirty times. They all coax me, pamper me, love me, and like me! I am a heartthrob!" Rong Jin!

Cheng was drunk and started singing again.

Everyone: "..."

The third child said: "It's a bit exaggerated."

"I can't tell. Xiaoliu is usually quite sultry, but when he gets sultry like this... he can't compare, he can't compare."

"Only those who are usually sultry are the real sluts."

"That's right."

This group of people has known Xiaoliu for almost two years. Xiaoliu is the only one who has never gone out to play with women, and his daily life is very simple.

They once thought he was only seventeen or eighteen years old. After all, his baby face was so tender and he looked fair and fair.

Ten minutes later, Rong Jincheng came out of the bathroom, wearing no clothes on his upper body and only a pair of large black pants on his lower body, standing in the yard with slippers on.

He was standing in the middle of the yard, his face red and his eyes blurry.

In the past, he was always called a white-faced boy. Because he grew up in a greenhouse, he was really fair and there was nothing wrong with him.

Life has been hard these past two years, and I have done a lot of physical work. I am not as white as before, but the foundation is there, not much different.

When he stood in the middle of the yard, he became the center of attention, not to mention he was not wearing any clothes on his upper body.

There were drops of water on his head that had not been wiped off, sliding down his straight back. His abdominal muscles were obvious, his arms were strong, and his facial features were straight.

He was very drunk and acted like crazy: "What's wrong with me! What's wrong with me! I need a good face and a good figure! I'm just a little poor!"

Several men playing cards stopped what they were doing and stared at him.

Everyone: "..."

How much wine did you drink?

Several pairs of eyes looked at Rong Jincheng, looking up and down like a torch.

If you take a closer look, you really can't find anything wrong with it.

The fourth child said "tsk": "Xiao Liu, put on your clothes quickly."

"Then what do you think is wrong with me?" Rong Jincheng touched his abdominal muscles and then his arms, with drunken eyes, "Look at these abdominal muscles, how well-proportioned they are, and look at this arm, how attractive the tattoos are.

Look at my face, how beautiful my features are."

Everyone: "..."

The third child narrowed his eyes: "Xiao Liu, why don't you show us."
Chapter completed!