She didn't speak, and closed her eyes so tired.

He put hot water for her, took off her clothes, and threw her into the warm bathtub. Rong Jincheng probably had never done these things, and his back was so hot that he was sweating: "I'm very hungry, are you hungry?"

She still didn't speak.

"Since you don't plan to tell me a word, then you have a good rest and I'll call the servants up."

Rong Jincheng walked to the pool to wash his hands and walked out of the bathroom.

His body was covered in rain, not dry yet, his whole body was sticky and uncomfortable.

He also went to take a shower.

Today, Han Yun was in funeral, and he didn't plan to go, but he hesitated for a long time and drove there.

Over the years, he has kept Han Yun's appearance firmly in his heart, just to one day he can defeat him with his own hands, so that he will be worse than death and will be in pain, but he never thought that Han Yun's departure was not painful.

He lay in the hospital bed for two years, no different from a vegetable, his heart was already damaged and he walked quietly.

He had accumulated hatred for many years, and suddenly he didn't know where to go.

Standing in front of Han Yun's tombstone today, he realized that Han Yun was really dead.

Rong Jincheng closed his eyes and rushed towards his body under the shower. At this moment, he wanted to rush to the top of the mountain and roar.

After so many years, the person he hated the most died.

But the mood is different from expectations.

The rain was still falling outside, drizzling.

After taking a shower, he walked to the kitchen in a gray nightgown.

Rong Jincheng rarely comes to the kitchen. When the servant saw it, he was shocked: "Rong, Mr. Rong, why are you here? What do you want to eat? I will make it for you."

Rong Jincheng picked out vegetables and fruits casually. He saw that the grapes were red and purple, and they looked fresh and delicious.

"Pick some fruit, that, what do you Miss Han like to eat?" Rong Jincheng asked casually.

"Ms. Han likes to eat sweeter fruits, cantaloupes, and they were prepared for her last time. She likes to eat them very much." When the servant saw Rong Jincheng, his face was full of a flattering look and nodded and bowed.

"oh."

Rong Jincheng saw that there was a cantaloupe on the side. He took the knife and was about to cut it.

"Mr. Rong, I'll do it. You can rest aside, I'll do it." The servant said hurriedly.

"I will cut, get out of here."

The servant trembled and looked at Rong Jincheng cutting the melon. No matter how he looked, he was wrong.

Rong Jincheng also took a lot of effort to cut the melon, and the sizes were different, with the skin connected to the flesh.

He did these things when he was a child. Over the years, he has never been able to do such work.

But he thought it was pretty good.

He washed some grapes and cut a few slices of watermelon and apples.

He tasted a few bites by himself: "It's good, delicious, very sweet."

"Mr. Rong, we carefully selected them in the fruit shop. If you like it, we will buy some tomorrow." The servant immediately began to take credit.

Rong Jincheng walked upstairs with a plate of fruit.

Pushing open the bedroom door, he entered the bathroom first.

Han Yurou was still lying in the bathtub, her face full of pale and fatigue.

He took a dry towel and wiped her hair: "Get up and eat, have something delicious, don't be hungry. After eating, go to bed, it's still early, and there's no time to do anything."

Han Yurou pushed his hand away tiredly, her voice weak: "Don't bother me."

"Okay, I won't bother you. I'll take you to bed and sleep. I can't sleep in the bathtub."
Chapter completed!