I don’t know how long she had been standing outside the door, but she squatted down silently, sat helplessly on the ground, hugging her knees, and her legs were chilling.

The ground was also very cold, but she was sitting blankly without realizing it.

She didn't know where she looked. There was a white wall in front of her, and her pupils were dull.

Yao Zhi ran over and saw Han Yurou sitting on the ground, and she couldn't help but be angry: "What's the use of sitting here? If you sit overnight, will you be rich? Why did I give birth to such an unfilial daughter like you? Your father's life and death are uncertain now, do you only know how to sit on the ground? Are you stupid?"

Yao Zhi's words hit Han Yurou's ears word by word.

Han Yurou listened to every word.

"Why are you still sitting here? If you think I'm wronged, just go back and I'll guard your dad! Just pretend we didn't give birth to you as a daughter! You never knew how to think of a solution. If I hadn't mediated between you and Young Master Rong, would you think you could still be with Young Master Rong with your elm-head?"

"We don't ask you for anything, but at this moment, your father is almost dead. Are you still begging Young Master Rong? Besides, you are still his girlfriend. You are going to get married in the future. What's wrong with borrowing some money? Ah?"

"Han Yurou, if you are still sitting on the ground, your dad and I will pretend that we have never given birth to you as a daughter! Don't come to the hospital tomorrow!"

Yao Zhiluo cursed, with a loud voice, and the words were particularly ugly, and he had no usual demeanor of being a role model.

Han Yurou listened to her scolding.

I don’t know how long she heard it, but she finally stood up, her expression still dull: “I’ll go back to Jinyuan.”

Yao Zhi then stopped scolding: "You go back now! You don't have to worry about the hospital, I can handle it with obedience. Your father is rescued this time and may be cured. You can save him."

"He is my dad, I will save him."

After saying that, Han Yurou didn't look at Yao Zhi and walked indifferently towards the elevator entrance.

Her figure is lonely and lonely.

Jinyuan.

Perhaps because he drank sleeping potion, Rong Jincheng slept soundly than ever before, breathed evenly, and had a handsome face.

Han Yurou took off her coat, sat beside the big bed in the bedroom, and looked at the man on the bed lightly.

She has known him for two years.

In the past two years, when she was with him, she only had nightmares and no happiness.

All her happiness was wiped out by him. Sometimes she didn't know what he hated her, so she wanted to treat her like this...

The man in the bed is nothing like two years ago. His baby face does not look old, nor does he feel any vicissitudes of life. He doesn't even have a trace of fine lines at the corners of his eyes. In his sleep, he is like a boy who has just entered college.

A sarcastic curve overflowed from the corner of Han Yurou's lips, haha... she knew that the man lying on the bed was not an angel, but a demon.

I don’t know if I dreamed of something happy, but the man suddenly turned over, smashed his tongue, and raised a shallow curve in the corner of his lips.

Han Yurou looked at him indifferently, bringing all his expression into her eyes.

It's been two years.

She is so tired.

She had no way out and no motivation to move forward.

Maybe her life should stop here...

Rong Jincheng turned over again, covered his big hand, and placed it on the back of Han Yurou's hand.
Chapter completed!