Han Yurou shook his hand away and was unwilling to talk to him.

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

However, he had never seen Han Yurou smile.

Even if you are angry, you will definitely be more beautiful when you smile?

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

Rong Jincheng followed Han Yurou and poured her tea.

"Can you get away?" Han Yurou was very annoyed with him. She was really annoyed, with a look of disgust in her eyes. "I don't want to see you. Since you asked me to think about it for a few days, then don't appear in front of me these days."

"This is not possible." Young Master Rong refused and shook his head, "I can only agree not to touch you. We still have to be together. Well... I will take you to see the lanterns tonight, how about it."

"No!" Han Yurou was very impatient, "I won't go anywhere with you. You don't think it's embarrassing, I think it's embarrassing."

"..." Rong Jincheng once again became suspicious of his appearance.

Isn't it? He has reached the point where he can't take it out?

He always thought he looked OK.

At least everyone who has seen him says he is good-looking, has a fair-looking face, fair skin and dignified facial features.

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

"Lantern? Does Master Rong know the meaning of watching lanterns? It is called watching lanterns when you like, and it is called suffering when you don't like, you understand?" Han Yurou's every word and sentence implies irony and indifference.

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

Han Yurou shook her head and talked to Rong Jincheng, like a chicken and a duck talking.

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

Maybe it was because she was so fresh that she was 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, with a dark light in her red eyes.

Rong Jincheng shook his head: "What is the job? Is it delicious?"

"Have you graduated from college?"

"Don't worry, I'm very educated after graduation," Rong Jincheng said, "I graduated from Stanford University's Business School. Are you awesome?"

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

"Not much, hundreds of thousands."

“…”

Han Yurou rubbed her forehead and had a severe headache: "I have a headache, you go out."

"Why are you feeling a headache? Do you need medicine?"

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

"..." Rong Jincheng stood innocently, "Often women see me, but why does it hurt when they get to you?"

"Rong Jincheng! Are you brain-related??"

“…”

"roll."

"..." Rong Jincheng became more and more innocent, like a few years old, standing there, feeling aggrieved and depressed.

He finally left and walked away in shame.

The living room suddenly became quiet.

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

The surroundings changed from noisy to silence, without any sound.

Han Yurou could hear her breathing and heartbeat. She pressed her heart and lay on the sofa pillow.

The pillow was filled with a elegant lavender fragrance. After a while, her shoulders trembled, and tears still couldn't help but flowed from her eyes, wetting the pillow.

The quiet living room has more crying sounds.
Chapter completed!