The sun pours down, reflecting colorful rays of light, like broken jade.

When Rong Jincheng came back from talking, Han Yurou accidentally fell asleep on the table in front of her.

The bright light fell on her pale face, and she looked like a fragile porcelain doll in the sun, motionless.

Rong Jincheng walked over and took a thick blanket to cover her.

Han Yurou was not awake, half of her face was covered by long hair, and only half of her fair face was exposed.

Rong Jincheng bent down without saying a word, and gently touched her cheeks and eyelashes with his fingers.

Well, the eyelashes are very long and very beautiful.

There seemed to be tears in her eyes, as if she had cried.

Rong Jincheng wondered why he was not treating her well and why she was crying.

He did not disturb her rest, but tiptoed on the carpet and walked out.

"Xiaohui, Miss Han, please watch carefully and don't let her catch a cold." Rong Jincheng changed his clothes.

"Okay, Master Rong."

"Xiaohui, do you think I'm handsome?"

"..." the maid blushed, "handsome."

"Are you rich? Are you tall?"

"Of course." The maid looked at Rong Jincheng with admiration, "Master Rong, you are the standard tall, rich and handsome man!"

"Do you have a good personality? Do you have a good temper?"

"Very good." The maid was a little shy.

"Then what do you think is wrong with me? Or what are my shortcomings? Tell the truth."

"I don't see any shortcomings in Mr. Rong for the time being. No, it's Mr. Rong that you don't have any shortcomings!"

"..." Rong Jincheng's mouth twitched, he was really good at flattering, "Then tell me, why do some women not like me?"

"Maybe because she's blind?"

"You're fucking blind." Rong Jincheng was angry.

"Uh..." After Rong Jincheng yelled, the maid pursed her lips and did not dare to speak.

Rong Jincheng had already put on his clothes and took the car keys: "Let's go."

On the way, Rong Jincheng went to the fruit shop and bought some fruits.

He went to the hospital to see Han Yun.

In the ward, he handed the fruit basket to Yao Zhi.

"Young Master Rong." Yao Zhi recognized him.

"Mrs. Han? It's our first time meeting you. Please give me some advice." Rong Jincheng said politely, "Mrs. Han takes good care of herself. She looks like a woman in her early thirties. She has a good figure, like a female star."

"Young Master Rong is really an honor. I feel really sorry that Young Master Rong came here all the way."

"Didn't I agree not to call me Young Master Rong?"

"Oh, Jin Cheng." Yao Zhi quickly changed his words.

Yao Zhi still habitually wears a cheongsam and looks dignified and elegant, but her face is extremely tired.

Rong Jincheng stared at her for a long time. Yes, she was so beautiful. She was many times more beautiful and glamorous than the women in the mental hospital.

Rong Jincheng looked back: "I'm going to see Mr. Han."

"Okay, I'll take you there. He's fetching water and hasn't woken up yet."

Yao Zhi took Rong Jincheng to the quietest place deep in the ward.

On a large bed, Han Yun was lying pale and bloodless.

The surrounding light is dim and the atmosphere is quiet.

This face was all too familiar to him.

The middle-aged man on the hospital bed had a weak breath and a tired face. He lay quietly on the bed, motionless.

Rong Jincheng put on a mask and prepared to walk to the bed.

"Honey, Jin Cheng is here to see you. It's Mr. Rong, Rong Jincheng who has been helping the Han family." Yao Zhi walked to the bed and said softly.

Between the mask and bangs, Rong Jincheng only had a pair of sharp eyes exposed, with a chilling coldness and a coldness condensed into ice.
Chapter completed!