Qiao Sinian lowered his voice and said a few more words to him before hanging up the phone.

...

Half a month later, Jinyuan.

Han Yurou worked for a while at the company, and when she came back it happened to be around 8 o'clock in the evening.

Bending down to change into high heels, she picked a pair of white slippers and cotton slippers to put on. She threw down her bag, nestled in the sand tiredly, and poured herself a glass of boiled water.

A servant saw her, but if she came back alone, they would always ignore her.

Han Yurou has long been used to it.

Anyway, I have my own hands and feet, and I don’t need them to serve me.

She was not feeling well tonight and was too lazy to have supper. She drank a cup of hot water and went upstairs to take a shower.

Rong Jincheng didn't return to Jinyuan for a month, and she finally lived a quiet life for a month and no longer had to get into endless quarrels with him.

She couldn't argue with Rong Jincheng, and he always had a way to make her surrender.

However, since her father passed away, he has fewer ways to make her surrender, and it is also the most powerful one.

This month, she slept very soundly. She would not be woken up by him in the middle of the night, nor would she be hugged by him when he had nightmares. She slept alone on the big bed, sometimes in a daze as if she had found her former self.

She wanted to go back to those peaceful and stable days in the past.

Under the shower, Han Yurou took a shower with her eyes closed.

During this period, she and Pan Wenguang met several times and had several meals, but the meeting was not long.

Pan Wenguang gave her some money, and she promised him that she would pay it back in the future.

It’s not that she doesn’t understand Pan Wenguang’s thoughts. A normal man is just that thought.

But she would not let herself jump from one fire pit to another again. There was no essential difference between Pan Wenguang and Rong Jincheng.

After taking a shower, Han Yurou sat on the balcony and blew her head. Such quiet moments were her favorite and what she really belonged to.

The night outside the window is like water, quiet and quiet. A hook of bright moon hangs on the sky, the clouds are shallow, and the evening breeze blows the branches.

Sleepy came, Han Yurou put down the hair dryer and yawned.

Just as she bent down and was about to close the drawer, suddenly, a pair of big hands hugged her waist from behind.

He had a strong smell of alcohol, but in the strong smell, she still smelled a familiar smell, which was the smell that Rong Jincheng liked - the smell of black and exquisite cologne.

Her body shivered, is he back?

How could he come back today?

Rong Jincheng didn't say anything, but hugged her from behind, turned her head to face him, hugged her neck and chewed her.

In the dim light, Han Yurou saw his face red and didn't know how much wine he drank.

"You've drunk too much..." She resisted intentionally or unintentionally, not allowing him to touch it.

"No……"

Drunk people always refuse to admit that they have drunk too much.

Han Yurou pushed him: "I'll go and take a bath for you with hot water."

"After washing."

Han Yurou's hands shivered again.

He always speaks so bluntly. At the beginning, when he said these words to her, she felt ashamed and angry in her heart, but now she is numb.

Rong Jincheng was very strong and pressed her down and fell onto the bed.

Han Yurou didn't want to have a relationship with him, especially the drunk Rong Jincheng.

"You take a shower first, the alcohol smell is too strong, I can't adapt." She frowned.
Chapter completed!