She admitted the photo, and she knew that although Qin Haoran was a gentleman, it was precisely because of his gentlemanly, steady and well-behaved character that he could not accept this fact.

But she also knew that Qin Haoran would not embarrass her and would definitely delete the photos.

Pan Wenguang's actions were undoubtedly a warning to her that if she dared to have a boyfriend in the future, he would definitely release more photos.

The deadline Pan Wenguang gave her was half a month. Once the deadline was up, if she didn't come to him, he would play those videos and photos in her school.

Han Yurou's whole body felt cold, as if cold water had been poured all over her body.

She didn't know how many photos and videos Pan Wenguang had in his hands, and how many such things Rong Jincheng had shared in their small circle.

She inquired and found out that Pan Wenguang had a special hobby and liked to chase other people's girlfriends or wives. This was a great sense of accomplishment for him.

No wonder he said he admired her at the beginning, not because he admired her, but because he wanted to satisfy his inner sense of accomplishment.

Han Yurou lowered her head, her black hair spread over her fair shoulders.

The deadline of fifteen days is very fast.

…

When there were only five days before the deadline, Han Yurou called Rong Jincheng.

This is her only way.

When two tigers fight, one of them will be injured.

She called Rong Jincheng, betting that he wouldn't just sit idly by.

Rong Jincheng was serving drinks in a bar. Business was quiet during the day, so he could smoke a cigarette if he had time.

I was smoking a cigarette when my cell phone rang.

What surprised him was that it was Han Yurou who called him.

Why are you calling? Don't answer.

Rong Jincheng smoked a cigarette.

The phone is still ringing.

After ringing for about ten seconds, Rong Jincheng waved his hand impatiently, forget it, and answered it anyway, the ringing was too noisy.

"What's the matter?" He leaned against the wall, his tone indifferent and disdainful.

"Pan Wenguang is coming to New York." Han Yurou suppressed her emotions and tried her best to remain calm and clear word by word.

Rong Jincheng's eyes narrowed and he took a puff of cigarette: "He's looking for you?"

"Yes, he came to me and said he wanted to keep me."

"Are you calling me to inform me?" Rong Jincheng sneered, his expression ugly.

"I thought that after two years, you would understand me better, but it seems that you haven't. I want freedom more than anyone else, do you understand?" Han Yurou said lightly, "I didn't know you were filming in Jinyuan before.

There are so many photos and videos between us and shared in my own small circle. I don’t have the energy to pursue these anymore, but now Pan Wenguang threatens me with these videos and photos and asks me to be with him. Do you understand me?

Do you mean what you said?"

"Fuck." Rong Jincheng put out the cigarette butt and his whole body bounced off the wall. What? Private videos and photos?!

"Where are you? I'll look for you." Rong Jincheng said.

"I'm at work, maybe in the evening. Do you have time in the evening?"

"If you have time, meet at the Chinese restaurant downstairs in your community at seven o'clock in the evening."

"good."

Han Yurou wasn't sure what Rong Jincheng was thinking, and it might make her fall from Pan Wenguang's hands into Rong Jincheng's, but she could only stop it in this way.

Seeing that the deadline given by Pan Wenguang is getting closer and closer.

Men all have so-called dignity and face, and she knew that Rong Jincheng would take care of this matter.

But, what would Rong Jincheng do between brothers and women?

If Rong Jincheng and Pan Wenguang stood on the same front, she would probably be miserable.
Chapter completed!