"Tsk." Rong Jincheng took the photos and looked through them one by one, and there was a bright light under his eyes.

Every picture has this girl on it, but there is one on it, not only this girl, but also a man.

The man was in his early twenties, standing next to her, like a young couple.

Rong Jincheng stared at the man and found that this was not Meng Shen!

Did he find something terrible?

He also thought that an elm pimple like Meng Shen had never even talked about love.

I didn't expect to have such a beautiful girlfriend.

This girl is not powdered, she still has a little baby fat on her face, her eyes are bright, and her lips are ruddy, which is really stunning in the world.

"It's okay to have a vision." Rong Jincheng rarely appreciated Meng Shen once.

However, these photos have all been yellowed, and some have even weathered and become brittle, as if they will break as soon as they are broken.

It looks a bit old.

Rong Jincheng looked at it several times, and according to his guess, this girl was either married to someone else or died, otherwise Meng Shen would not have left the old photos in the office drawer.

Rong Jincheng didn't expect that Meng Shen was still a lover.

It's a pity that women are like poison and can't be touched.

Feelings are such a thing, but you can't take it seriously.

Rong Jincheng looked through the photos in his hand a few more times, back and forth.

If he had known this girl a few years earlier, maybe he would have been tempted.

He admits that it does look good.

Rong Jincheng shrugged, put all the photos into Meng Shen's office drawer, and locked them again.

Although he is a little curious, he is not a person who has no discipline and likes to take other people's things.

What he likes, he will only grab it in the open.

At this moment, Rong Jincheng's mobile phone rang.

"Tolerance for ......"

"What's the matter?"

"Miss Han is out."

"I went out, I didn't imprison her, where did she go."

"I said I was going to the hospital to see my father."

"Oh, it's time to take a look, and the master should also take a look." Rong Jincheng was careless, "Is there anything else?" ”

"No, Miss Han's fever has subsided, but her face is not very good-looking, and the medicine is not delicious."

"If she wants to die, let her go, is this kind of trivial thing worth making a fuss about?"

"Yes, got it."

Rong Jincheng hung up the phone, took the car keys and walked out.

He didn't bother to read the documents that Meng Shen gave him, and drove a sports car to the hospital where Han Yun was located.

Ward.

Han Yurou was sitting quietly on the edge of the bed peeling apples for Han Yun.

Han Yun lay on the bed, as if he was asleep.

Han Yurou lowered her head and peeled the apple very seriously, concentrating, as if nothing would disturb her.

A strand of hair hung down, and her face was indeed extremely pale.

It was quiet and there was not a single sound around.

Rong Jincheng quietly walked to Han Yurou's side, lowered his head, and kissed her on the cheek in a hurry.

Han Yurou was startled, and the blade almost slashed her fingers.

Han Yun was on the hospital bed, she didn't scream, she just looked at Rong Jincheng with wide eyes.

Rong Jincheng's hand was unruly, hugged her waist, and whispered in her ear affectionately: "Peel apples for your father-in-law?" ”

“……”

"Is my father-in-law awake?"

"I woke up and fell asleep again."

"Oh, is my father-in-law okay?"

"Good, you don't have to worry about it." She lowered her voice for fear of waking her father.

Rong Jincheng lowered his head, picked her chin with his fingers, and looked at her silently.