She looked at him without dodging her eyes, just watching.

Rong Jincheng clenched his fists and was also looking at her.

"Rong Jincheng, I will never have to borrow money from you again, haha." She smiled, with misery and sadness in the smile on the corner of her lips.

It's been two years.

"What do you mean?" Rong Jincheng frowned.

"On the surface."

"Your father's death was expected. You should have been ready for a long time. You'd better cheer up." Rong Jincheng's voice was also a little trembling, and he didn't know what to say for a moment. He felt powerless in these comforting words.

"Rong Jincheng, are you happy now? You hate me, my father. Now that my father is dead, I am firmly controlled by you, are you happy? You must be very happy." Han Yurou's face was as pale as paper, and her lips were not bloody at all.

"Don't be sarcastic to me, you have a good rest, I will have someone take care of you."

"Don't let people get close to me, Rong Jincheng, even when this is the time, are you still unwilling to let me go?"

"If you don't want others to get close to you, I can take care of you."

"I don't need it, I don't need it at all. Get out of here, get out of here!" Han Yurou's shoulders were trembling, and the potion bottle was shaking.

Her emotions were very unstable, Rong Jincheng nodded and temporarily stabilized: "Okay, I'll go out now, don't be in trouble with yourself."

"roll!"

She hadn't scolded him for a long time. In the past two years, all her edges and corners have been smoothed out by Rong Jincheng. He scolded her and insulted her, but she had no power to fight back. Gradually, she almost thought she wouldn't scold anyone anymore.

Rong Jincheng didn't say much, looked at her and quietly retreated.

He saw anger and impulse on her face, and he knew that her emotions were very unstable now and he could not deepen further.

Retreat to the door, he walked out of the ward.

Yao Zhi was crying and sorting out Han Yun's relics.

Rong Jincheng couldn't go to see Han Yun, so he just walked silently to the ward where Han Yun had been and glanced at it.

"Mr. Rong." Yao Zhi saw him and wiped his tears, "Thank you for your care and funding over the past two years. Rourou's father still couldn't stand it. Thank you."

"It should be." He said lightly without expression.

"I'll give you some extra money." Yao Zhi took out a bank card and handed it to him.

Rong Jincheng did not answer: "No, you can use it yourself."

"Mr. Rong, that girl Rourou is not very sensible. We have been spoiled by her. Thank you for not being disliked by you for the past two years and being so kind to her."

"It should."

"Sir Rong said something, I don't know if it should be said." Yao Zhi hesitated for a moment, "You have been with Rourou for two years. I don't know if you like her or not, you can't like her."

"Do you have anything to ask?" Rong Jincheng asked back.

"It's also a bit difficult to speak. Rourou's father passed away. Her father's hometown has some unwritten customs. According to the custom, you and Rourou will either get married within three months or three years later." Yao Zhi's voice was very light, mixed with some uneasiness, and she was really embarrassed to speak.

She felt that no matter what, Rong Jincheng and Han Yurou had been dating for two years, and they had more or less emotional foundation and were both right at the same time.
Chapter completed!