Han Yurou shook off his hand, unwilling to talk to him.

Rong Jincheng believes that the reason why a beauty is a beauty is because she is beautiful whether she is smiling, angry or losing her temper.

However, he had never seen Han Yurou smile.

She looks so good when she's angry, but she must look even more beautiful when she smiles?

Thinking about it this way, Rong Jincheng was somewhat looking forward to it.

Rong Jincheng followed Han Yurou and poured her tea.

"Can you please go away?" Han Yurou was very annoyed with him. She was really annoyed. There was a look of disgust in her eyes. "I don't want to see you. Since you let me think about it for a few days, then don't stay with me these days."

Appear before your eyes."

"That's not okay." Young Master Rong refused and shook his head, "I can only promise not to touch you. We still have to be together. Well... how about I take you to see the lanterns at night."

"No!" Han Yurou said impatiently, "I won't go anywhere with you. If you don't think it's embarrassing, I think it's embarrassing."

"..." Rong Jincheng once again had doubts about his appearance.

Isn't it? He has reached the point where he can't be taken out?

He always thought that he was pretty good-looking.

At least everyone who has seen him says he is good-looking, with a good appearance, fair skin, and dignified facial features.

"Oh, do you like lanterns?" Rong Jincheng followed her, looking like a puppy.

"Flower lanterns? Does Young Master Rong know the meaning of watching lanterns? Being with people you like is called watching lanterns, and being with people you don't like is called suffering. Do you understand?" Han Yurou's every word contained sarcasm and indifference.

"A cultured person is a cultured person, and his words are very meaningful." Rong Jincheng touched his chin, thoughtfully.

Han Yurou shook her head, talking to Rong Jincheng like a chicken talking to a duck.

She didn't know what the young master was thinking.

Maybe it was because the novelty was gone, so I tried to coax her in every possible way.

It is also possible that he has always used the same method to coax women.

"Master Rong, don't you work?" Han Yurou looked at him mockingly, with a dark light in her red eyes.

Rong Jincheng shook his head: "What is work? Is it delicious?"

"Have you graduated from college?"

"I graduated. Don't worry, I'm very educated." Rong Jincheng said, "I graduated from Stanford University's Business School. Am I great?"

"Just you? How much did you pay for the diploma?"

"It's not much, maybe a few hundred thousand."

"..."

Han Yurou rubbed her forehead, she had a severe headache: "I have a headache, please get out."

"Why do you have a headache? Do you need to take medicine?"

"Because seeing you gives me a headache, okay?"

"..." Rong Jincheng stood innocently on the spot, "Most women have backache when they see me, but why do they have a headache when they see me?"

"Rong Jincheng! Are you mentally ill?"

"..."

"roll."

"..." Rong Jincheng became more and more innocent, like a child of several years old, standing there, aggrieved and depressed.

He finally left, and walked away in despair.

The living room suddenly became quiet.

Han Yurou sat on the sofa blankly, her eyes were dull and her face was still as pale as paper.

The surroundings turned from noisy to silent, with no sound at all.

Han Yurou could hear her breathing and heartbeat. She pressed her heart and lay on the sofa pillow.

The pillow was filled with the elegant scent of lavender. After a while, her shoulders trembled, and tears still flowed from her eyes uncontrollably, moistening the pillow.
Chapter completed!