Chapter 92 (1/2)

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.