"How can people misunderstand me? You are so beautiful and I am so ugly. There is no misunderstanding."

"Don't you want to work? You will have no future if you continue to idle around like this."

Rong Jincheng: "..."

It was so frustrating.

The words "idle" simply hurt his self-esteem. In fact, she had already said many things that hurt his self-esteem.

He admitted that he was useless and knew nothing, but he did not idle around.

Han Yurou put her bag on her back and didn't look at him again: "You can actually go back to the country. There is no ban on you in the country. You will be fine when you go back. At least you have more opportunities than in New York."

"Do you want to go back and let those people laugh at me?"

"No one is laughing at you, you just care too much."

"What do you know? You don't understand that feeling at all!" Rong Jincheng was so angry that he was holding his neck and his eyes were red.

"I don't understand. I don't understand you in the first place. There is no need for you to quarrel with me." Han Yurou's expression was particularly distant and indifferent, and she walked away silently.

It would be ugly to start a quarrel in the cafeteria.

She wasn't very good at quarreling.

Han Yurou left.

Rong Jincheng tasted nothing he ate.

He didn't mean to talk loudly to her.

After eating half of it, he went home depressed.

He had nothing to do in the afternoon, but he took a job at a bar in the evening, and the tips were very high. After saving some money, he wanted to start a small business.

He was not idle, and even worked very hard, but the way he was not doing his job was like idleness in Han Yurou's eyes.

Instead of returning to the group to rent an apartment, he walked aimlessly on the street alone, smoking.

When he was tired from walking, he sat on a street bench and covered his face with newspapers to rest.

The autumn air is crisp, the wind is light and the clouds are light.

A gust of wind blows, bringing the smell of autumn.

The streets of New York have their own New York style, with tall buildings and flat and clean roads that stretch all the way.

There was noisy noise in my ears, cars honking, pedestrians talking, and the sound of advertisements on electronic screens.

No one would care about him, Rong Jincheng was lying alone on the bench.

When it got dark, he went to the bar.

The third child is also there.

Tonight's job is basically to deliver drinks to private rooms and open drinks. Rong Jincheng is usually not willing to take on this kind of job for fear of being recognized, but this bar is a theme bar and you can wear a mask.

He chose a black mask, put it on, and delivered drinks to the designated private rooms one by one.

Customers will tip, and the tips are expensive.

Maybe because of his good figure, he received more tips than the third child.

A female guest wanted to stay with him, but Rong Jincheng naturally refused. He was not a pretty boy.

The bar at night is noisy and bustling with life, there are noisy sounds everywhere, and the smell of perfume is everywhere.

The private room was often very lively, and after one night, Rong Jincheng's ears hurt.

He also couldn't understand why he liked to go to these places so much in the past. Looking at it now, it didn't make any sense at all.

Might as well study!

If he had loved learning back then... how wonderful it would have been!

When there was no wine to be delivered, he would chat with Lao San, or hide in the bathroom to smoke a cigarette.

"Xiao Liu, private room 908, three bottles of Romanee-Conti."

"I know, now." Rong Jincheng went to the front desk to get some wine and put on his mask.

908.

A group of men invited some little princesses to play, making fun, singing, dancing, and puffing away clouds. It was very lively.
Chapter completed!