After not playing for too long, Rong Jincheng picked up Xiao Huihui and handed it back to her: "You should rest early, I have to go out to work."

"What...do you do?"

"Do whatever you have to do." Rong Jincheng didn't care and smiled, "I'll come to you in two days. Don't worry, I will help you with things."

"The favor is owed first."

"You just want to make things clear with me, so you owe it to me." Rong Jincheng didn't say anything.

His eyes fell on her, and he walked backwards, step by step, gradually moving away from her.

After turning a corner, Rong Jincheng's figure disappeared among the trees.

Han Yurou touched Xiao Huihui's soft fur and carried him upstairs.

…

Rong Jincheng quickly found out where Pan Wenguang lived.

Moreover, Pan Wenguang is still in New York and has nothing to do every day, just eating, drinking, having fun and picking up girls.

Rong Jincheng found out that he was going to a bar to drink in the evening. Rong Jincheng often went to that bar to do business and was familiar with it.

It was night, and a dense drizzle fell from the sky, continuously, like spring rain.

Rong Jincheng did not work that night and was waiting outside the bar, smoking alone.

He and Pan Wenguang haven't seen each other for two years.

When he fled from the capital, Pan Wenguang didn't even show his face. Unexpectedly, it turned out that he had already set his sights on his woman.

On the black wall and in the dark corner, Rong Jincheng leaned against the wall with his legs crossed.

There happened to be an eaves above his head to protect him from the rain, but from time to time, the wind still carried the raindrops and drifted onto his face.

He didn't wipe the water off his face and let it get wet.

It's very dark here, and the night sky tonight is much gloomier than usual. It doesn't rain heavily, but the ground is wet.

The corner was dark and no one was walking around. Rong Jincheng calculated the time and Pan Wenguang was almost coming out.

He also wanted to know what happened to those photos and videos.

The ground was covered with cigarette butts.

After smoking half of a pack of cigarettes, Rong Jincheng squinted his eyes slightly and looked at the road not far away. He was completely submerged in the dark corner, with only the earrings on his ears shining with light.

late at night.

Pan Wenguang had a casual jacket hanging on his arm and came out of the bar smelling of alcohol.

He was going back to the villa to spend the night.

A woman escorted him out, twisting her waist and looking charming: "Mr. Pan, will you come tomorrow? If you do, I will wait for you here."

Pan Wenguang chuckled lightly, put one hand in his trouser pocket, and said casually and lazily, "I won't come tomorrow because I have something to do."

"Then remember to call me when you come, I'll wait for you." As she said that, the girl blew a kiss.

Pan Wenguang turned around and left.

He drank too much, his face was red, he was very drunk, and his steps were a little staggering.

Pan Wenguang took out his mobile phone to make a call and seemed to be looking for a driver.

"Fuck, why is it raining?" Pan Wenguang raised his head, and the raindrops just fell on his face.

He wiped his face and walked while talking on the phone.

Rong Jincheng's sharp eyes stared at him, watching him walk step by step, crushing the cigarette butts, and the figure of Pan Wenguang in his pupils grew bigger and bigger.

Pan Wenguang staggered as he walked, swaying this way and that, looking like he was about to find a place to take shelter from the rain.

Just when Pan Wenguang was about to approach Rong Jincheng, Rong Jincheng stepped forward and stopped him.

Rain fell one after another in their field of vision.

Someone blocked the road and Pan Wenguang stopped.
Chapter completed!