Chapter 92

Shu Cheng took the scissors, moved his slender fingers and cut off the small hill under Xiaorong from the root.

With a bang, Xiaorong was thrown by Shu Cheng and onto the door of the room.

Shu Cheng turned out a dress from the wardrobe, put it on, sorted out the instrument, took the mobile phone key and went out of the door.

Rong Junyi, with dark eyes, stared at his mobile phone and waited for Shu Cheng's reply.

Half a ring, he edited a text message and sent it to a teenager, "text message content: you're angry. - Rong Junyi"

Shu Cheng listened to the "beep" mobile phone prompt sound in his bag, ravaged his hair with one hand and took out his mobile phone with the other hand.

The teenager glanced at the sender of the mobile phone text message. Her red lips were filled with a faint smile. There was no joy or anger in her expression. Her fingers pressed the shutdown button to turn off the mobile phone.

In the bar with deep night, lights and music, heavy metal music bombed my ears.

Men and women are frantically twisting their waist and hips on the dance floor. Even sitting in the corner is full of wine cup collision and out of control howling and laughing.

Shu Cheng sat down in a corner, snapped his fingers and asked for a glass of brandy.

Wang long looked at the noble and lazy young man sitting in the corner. He walked forward quickly and shouted, "Shucheng..."

Shu Cheng picked his eyebrows, lifted his eyelids, looked at him languidly, and a shallow smile came from the corners of his mouth: "Oh, it's you!"

Wang Long clenched his fist and thought of his sick mother in bed and her mother in urgent need of money. Last time he publicly announced Xu Hao's recording in the classroom. In recent months, he worked here, but he didn't expect to meet Shu Cheng.

"I'm in a bad mood today, so I don't have any patience." Shu Cheng glanced at him with lazy eyes, and then continued to pour himself a mouthful of wine. The burning heat of the alcohol crossed his throat. "What do you want to say about Xu Hao or yourself?"

"I am myself." Wang Long clenched his teeth. Working for a few months made his mood and character converge a lot.

Shu Cheng glanced at Wang long. Once red and green hair had disappeared, replaced by black hair.

Shu Cheng glanced at him casually and knew that Wang long had a hard time these days. People always learn to be a new self after they hurt.

Wang long looked at the lazy and precious young man who kept drinking. He looked at him silently.

Shu Cheng narrowed her eyes slightly, and didn't care about Wang long. She poured her wine one mouthful at a time.

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In country a, Rong Junyi stared at his mobile phone with dark eyes and gave an order, as if he were reluctant to write. "Return home."

"What gift is better for children?" Rong Junyi frowned and thought.

……

At midnight, the cold wind was blowing wantonly. Shu Cheng was walking on the road with a good-looking handsome face smiling.

"Wang long?" the young man pinched Wang Long's face with amorous feelings.

Wang long felt the temperature when the boy's fingers touched his face. He couldn't help blushing, which made the boy snap his fingers and laugh.

It's too late, that's too fast. Several robbers rushed out, pointed a knife at the boy and Wang long, and said fiercely, "rob! Don't make a noise, or I'll stab you!"

Wang Long's eyes flashed a red light, slowly rolled up his sleeves, and his muscles tightened.

The boy narrowed his eyes slightly, untied a button from top to bottom, and said in a faint voice: "stab me? My man can stab me for three minutes. If you can stab me for 30 minutes, I'll give you the bank card password."