Han Yurou shook off his hand, unwilling to talk to him. 【Latest chapter reading. 】

Rong Jincheng feels that the reason why a beauty is a beauty is because she is beautiful whether she is laughing, angry, or losing her temper.

It's just that he hasn't seen Han Yurou laughing.

It's so beautiful to be angry, and it must be even more beautiful to laugh?

Thinking about it like this, Rong Jincheng was a little looking forward to it.

Rong Jincheng followed Han Yurou's side and poured her tea.

"Can you get away?" Han Yurou was very annoyed by him, really annoyed, with a look of disgust in his eyes, "I don't want to see you, since you let me think about it for a few days, then don't show up in front of me these days." ”

"That's not going to work." Young Master Rong didn't agree, and shook his head, "I can only promise not to touch you, we still have to be together." Well, how about taking you to see the lanterns at night. ”

"Don't go!" Han Yurou was very impatient, "I won't go anywhere with you, you're not ashamed, I'm ashamed." ”

Rong Jincheng once again doubted his appearance.

No way? He's got to the point where he can't take it out?

He always thought that he was okay to look like.

At least those who have seen him say that he is good-looking, well-looking, fair-skinned, and dignified.

"Oh, do you like lanterns, then?" Rong Jincheng followed her, like a puppy.

"Lanterns? Does Master Rongda know the meaning of watching lanterns? Being with someone you like is called watching the lights, and being with someone you don't like is called suffering, you know? Han Yurou's words implied sarcasm and indifference.

"A cultural person is a cultural person, and his words are very meaningful." Rong Jincheng touched his chin thoughtfully.

Han Yurou shook her head and spoke to Rong Jincheng like a chicken and a duck.

She didn't know what the eldest young master thought.

It may be that the novelty has not passed, coaxing her in every way.

It is also possible that he has always coaxed women in the same way.

"Young Master Rong, aren't you working?" Han Yurou looked at him mockingly, and there was a dull light in her red eyes.

Rong Jincheng shook his head: "What is work, is it delicious?" ”

"Did you graduate from college?"

"After graduation, don't worry, I'm very cultured." Rong Jincheng said, "I graduated from Stanford University's graduate school of business, is it amazing?" ”

"Just you? How much does it cost to buy a diploma? ”

"It's not much, hundreds of thousands."

“”

Han Yurou rubbed her forehead, her head hurting badly: "I have a headache, you go out." ”

"Why do you have a good headache? Do I need to take medicine? ”

"Because I get a headache when I see you, okay?"

Rong Jincheng stood innocently in place, "Ordinary women have back pain when they see me, why did they get a headache when they come to you."

"Rong Jincheng! Are you sick in the brain! ”

“”

"Get out."

Rong Jincheng became more and more innocent, like a child of a few years old, standing in place, aggrieved and aggrieved.

He was finally gone, and the ashes slipped away.

The living room was quiet.

Han Yurou sat on the sofa blankly, her eyes were blank, and her face was still as pale as paper.

The surroundings changed from noise to silence, and there was no sound at all.

Han Yurou could hear her own breathing and heartbeat, she held her heart down and lay on the sofa pillow.

The pillow was filled with the scent of lavender, and after a while, her shoulders trembled, and tears couldn't help but flow down her eyes, wetting the pillow.

The quiet living room has more crying.