Rong Jincheng coaxed the third child for a long time.

In the end, the third child reluctantly agreed to him and would not argue with Han Yurou.

Rong Jincheng took the new clothes that Han Yurou bought for him like a baby and looked at them. While looking at them, he praised: "Third brother, look, the clothes my little baby bought for me are so beautiful, and I have such a good taste. This style, I

How handsome it would be if you wore it."

The third child glanced at him and said nothing.

Rong Jincheng took the clothes and couldn't put them down.

"Xiao Liu, how is your development in Southeast Asia? What are you doing recently?"

"I'm running a small business, but the market is not very good and I haven't made any money yet."

"I don't think you're making any money at all."

"..." Rong Jincheng felt aggrieved, "Thirty years to Hedong and thirty years to Hexi. Wait, I will get rich."

"Come on."

Not long after, Han Yurou came back.

She bought some appetizers and rice, but her face still had a dull expression, light and shallow, not much expression, only her long eyelashes were trembling.

She brought the food to Rong Jincheng: "You can eat some."

"Okay, I'll eat whatever you buy." Rong Jincheng sat upright obediently, his loose hospital gown looking too big on his body.

The third child simply couldn't stand it: "I'm going back, I still have to work."

"Go slowly, don't send me away, Merry Christmas." Rong Jincheng said immediately.

Han Yurou hurriedly helped him put down the small table and served him food.

Rong Jincheng stretched out his hand to lift up her fallen hair and stared at her with a pair of burning eyes.

Han Yurou probably realized that he was looking at her and looked at him: "Why are you looking at me?"

"nice."

"I'm not money."

"The money doesn't look as good as yours."

Han Yurou didn't want to pay attention to him: "Eat quickly, food gets cold quickly in winter."

"What are your plans tonight, Christmas Eve? It's also the American New Year."

"I don't have any plans. I'll go back and be with Xiao Huihui."

"Why should I accompany it? Am I worse than a cat?" Rong Jincheng was angry.

"You are worse than a cat."

"Okay..." Rong Jincheng was discouraged, "It's better if you say it's better."

Rong Jin admitted.

She said he could be anything.

"How about...you bring little Huihui here, or I stay at your house?"

"No, no, no, Rong Jincheng, are you annoyed? Can you eat? If not, I will take it away from you!"

"The grumpy little fairy."

Rong Jincheng then stopped talking and lowered his head to eat.

He suddenly missed Han Yurou in the snow and in the wooden house. She would not refute him, and had no strength to argue with him. She would quietly lean into his arms and let him hold his hand.

How nice.

What a wonderful memory.

Christmas Eve was a very lively day. The staff in the hospital sent Christmas Eve blessings and small gifts to every patient.

Han Yurou also placed a Santa Claus in the ward, and the empty ward suddenly became full of life and vitality.

It was a peaceful day like this. Rong Jincheng had nothing to do, so he just leaned on the hospital bed and squinted his eyes slightly, as if he was sleeping, but couldn't sleep.

Han Yurou had nothing to do. She liked reading, so she sat by the window and read.

The bright sunshine shines in through the glass window, and the beautiful light is refracted into colorful colors, the light and shadow flow, and the fine spots of light jump and rotate.

In the past, Rong Jincheng would not have been able to bear this silence.

But now, as long as she is here, everything is fine, no matter what.
Chapter completed!