"I have my own hands and feet, why do I ask me to take off my clothes for you?" she looked at him.

It was obvious that he refused, but Rong Jincheng was still very happy and laughed: "Because you are my woman."

"Bad logic." She cursed lazyly.

Unexpectedly, Rong Jincheng was a trembling man. She scolded him, and he seemed quite happy: "Why did you curse others? I didn't teach you."

"You've drunk too much, don't be crazy." Han Yurou sat up, took off the blazer outside for him and untied her tie, "Okay."

"It's not good." Rong Jincheng was dissatisfied and grabbed her hand and pressed on the belt, "Here, untie it."

"I don't want to serve you. Find someone who can serve you. I was born to be unable to serve others, and I will never do it in the future."

"I'm not an outsider, I'm your man..." Rong Jincheng felt very aggrieved, "Are you jealous? Are you jealous of Xiaoying? Isn't it?"

He also looked at her with his head tilted, his cheeks flushed and his eyes were innocent.

But this intimate "Xiaoying" still disgusted her. When she thought that he might have been flirting with Cui Ying a second ago, and then ran to her bed again the next second, she felt disgusted.

I don’t want it to be fine, but I feel nauseous when I think about it.

Maybe he had kissed Cui Ying just now, but now he kissed her again.

Just when he wanted to touch her again, she pushed him suddenly: "Don't touch me... Why do you go back to Jinyuan if you have a girlfriend?"

Rong Jincheng was pushed down by her at the corner of the bed, looked at her and laughed: "Jinyuan is the villa I bought, why can't I go back? Just be jealous and don't be sarcastic."

"Rong Jincheng, you don't need to take yourself seriously. Do you really think that everyone likes you? Be jealous? I will never be jealous of your Rong Jincheng woman in my life, because I don't care about you. If you hear it clearly, I don't care about you."

The smile on Rong Jincheng's face froze a little bit, and the light in his eyes gradually darkened. His thin lips were pursed tightly, and his eyes were staring at Han Yurou.

"Rong Jincheng, have you ever asked about your girlfriend when you see me? It doesn't matter how many girlfriends you have, don't use the word 'jealous' to disgust me. I have known you for two years, but I don't want to know you at all. Yes, I don't even know anything you like, because I don't care about you."

The light in Rong Jincheng's eyes completely dimmed.

Han Yurou knew that he was drunk too much, and he wouldn't remember a few words when she woke up tomorrow morning, but she always wanted to say these words.

silence.

Great silence.

No one spoke again.

"So these are all your thoughts..." After a long time, he moved the corners of his lips, "Ask you a question..."

She looked at him vigilantly.

"Do I like milk or coffee in the morning?"

"Coffee." She responded lightly.

She knew he didn't drink milk, and she only made coffee for him every day when she went to the office.

"Look, you still know what I like, so you don't know nothing." He smiled, "You care about me, you care."

He smiled deceivingly, smiling reluctantly, and as he smiled, his smile froze on his face.

Slowly, he got up from the bed, held the wall and walked into the bathroom, staggering, and his back in his white shirt was a little thin.

With a "slam", he closed the bathroom door.

The sound of water gradually came.

Han Yurou fell to the bed, her eyes were dull, and her black head was scattered on her shoulders.
Chapter completed!