If he hadn't "lent money" to her father, she would have wanted to strangle him to death. [No pop-ups. 】

Thinking like this, Rong Jincheng's neck was cold.

He didn't want to be strangled to death by a woman at a young age, he hadn't enjoyed the good times yet, and after that, it was getting better and better.

Thinking that he would soon be in control of Qiao Han's two groups, Rong Jincheng really smiled.

Life is so beautiful.

He played a game with his legs crossed, and he always had a happy smile on his face, which was in stark contrast to the woman on the balcony.

Han Yurou came to her period, and when she read a book for a while, her stomach hurt very much.

She got up, ready to flush a hot water bottle.

Rong Jincheng's eyes were quick: "What do you want?" I'll get it for you? ”

"No, I have my own hands and feet." Han Yurou's tone was indifferent, and she walked past him without even looking at him.

Today she only wore a loose royal blue sweater, looking languid and lacking much strength.

Rong Jincheng looked at her back, really.

But he's been in a good mood lately, and he's too lazy to bother with her.

Soon, Han Yurou came over with a rabbit-shaped hot water bottle. The small hot water bottle is just in the arms and warm.

Rong Jincheng stood up and dragged her to him with all his strength.

"What are you doing?" Han Yurou was caught off guard and fell into his arms.

"Stomach upset? Do you know what is the best thing to do when you have an upset stomach? Neither with a hot water bottle nor with brown sugar tea, but with a man rubbing it. ”

As he spoke, Rong Jincheng's white hand reached into Han Yurou's sweater.

His palms were warm and he gently rubbed her belly.

Han Yurou was hugged by him from behind, the strength of men and women was so different that she couldn't break free, and she didn't dare to push too hard.

Rong Jincheng hugged her to his lap, almost doing nonsense.

But he didn't go too far, and rubbed it a few times for her.

Warm currents spread out in the lower abdomen.

After a while, the pain was indeed not as strong as it was just now, but Han Yurou's face was disgusted from beginning to end.

"Why don't you laugh, you say? I've seen you on TV, and you look good when you smile, why can't you laugh when you come to me? Rong Jincheng looked at her face.

"Can you please leave me alone?"

"Yo, the tone is quite impulsive." Rong Jincheng's eyes narrowed, and the bottom of his eyes was a cold luster, "No one dares to speak to me like this yet, Rourou, who did you say gave you the guts?" It stands to reason that I lent your dad so much money, you should serve me well, right? ”

Rong Jincheng's tone was very gentle, but there was a gloom in this gentleness.

His movements were still gentle, rubbing his stomach for her.

Han Yurou's heart trembled.

After a long time, she said lightly: "My dad borrowed your money only for a temporary turnover, and he will pay you back." ”

"Oh, I'm sure my father-in-law will pay me back."

"If he doesn't pay it back, I'll pay you back."

"So powerful? It's a pity that the vice president of your Han family called me again today and asked me if I could borrow another five million. ”

"You!"

"My father-in-law borrowed money, of course I have to borrow, and I borrow a lot." Rong Jincheng had a smile on his lips, "Rourou, am I good to your family?" ”

There was a different tone in his voice, I don't know why, Han Yurou listened very strangely.

"Rourou, I'm so good to you, can you smile and show me?" Rong Jincheng freed up one hand, picked her chin, and forced her to look at him.