"If you drop it, drop it, don't want it anymore." Han Yurou showed no expression, avoiding Rong Jincheng like the plague.

"Oh." Rong Jincheng lowered his head and played with the hairpin in his hand, "If you don't want it, don't do it. There are plenty at home. I will take you to pick out the jewelry box later."

This hairpin is quite beautiful, with round white pearls forming the shape of a rose.

She didn't want it, so Rong Jincheng stuffed it into his pocket.

He took her into the villa.

As soon as he entered the door, he clapped his hands and said, "Come on, let me introduce you to you. This is Miss Han."

The servants lined up in a row and bowed respectfully: "Hello, Miss Han."

The villa is brand new, and Han Yurou is also the first woman Rong Jincheng brings here.

"Well, from now on, you will be at your call whenever Miss Han wants. Do you understand?"

"I heard it."

"Okay, let's disperse." Rong Jincheng waved his hand again.

"I can't live here, I want to go home." Han Yurou stood there without moving, with a cold chill on her face.

"Home?" Rong Jincheng narrowed his eyes and said noncommittally, "Isn't this your home?"

"Rong Jincheng, don't pretend to be deaf and dumb with me, I will call my father."

"Then it depends on whether he has time to pay attention to you."

"What do you mean?"

"It's not interesting, I just thought he might be very busy." Rong Jincheng smiled and said, "Let's go, I'll take you to your room."

"I don't want to watch." Han Yurou became stubborn and threw away his hand, "Let me go. If you don't let me go..."

"Die for me?" Rong Jincheng interrupted her and coaxed, "Don't be like this, Rourou, if you have anything to say, please tell me. If you think there's something wrong with me, I can change it."

"Rong Jincheng, please let me go, please?"

Rong Jincheng paused for a moment, his eyes filled with deep gloom.

He touched his chin and seemed to think about it for a few seconds.

His eyes fell on Han Yurou's reluctant face, and he saw hatred and despair in her red eyes.

"It doesn't matter, you can think about it for a few more days." Rong Jincheng said calmly, "I am a very patient person."

"I don't want to think about it, just let me go..."

"Be obedient, that's good. If you don't want to think about it, just do it with me once and I will let you go." Young Master Rong smiled meaningfully, "If you are willing to think about it, I won't touch you these days.

I won’t even touch you. How about that?”

Han Yurou didn't know that a person could be so shameless.

Who do you think she is?

A feeling of shame and anger eroded from head to toe, like cold water pouring hard on her body.

She stood there, her legs were weak, and her mind was blank.

She and Rong Jin received different educations. They grew up like stars and were among the best in terms of grades and abilities.

Now she was reduced to the status of a girl sitting on the stage. Her face instantly turned as pale as paper and lost all color.

No, women on stage may not be teased by others.

And what about her?

"Don't be sad." Rong Jincheng coaxed her, raising her hand to touch his face, "Am I not doing well? Look at it twice more, and then take a look. Is the skin tender, tender and delicious?"

Rong Jincheng is very satisfied with himself.

No matter which aspect, I am extremely satisfied.

"Rong Jincheng, you are a despicable and shameless person."

"Small? No, am I young?" Rong Jincheng felt aggrieved.
Chapter completed!