Rong Jincheng bent down and reached out to touch her forehead.

It's really hot.

There was a needle stuck in her right hand, and the medicine flowed into her body through the dropper.

I don't know if it was because Rong Jincheng's hands were cold, but Han Yurou said "hmm" and frowned even more tightly, as if she was awake but not awake.

"Mr. Rong, it's actually not our fault. When we found Miss Han, she was standing alone in the rain, as if she didn't care about her life. I held an umbrella for her, but she pushed me. This is what everyone knows.

I can testify." The old servant, Granny Zhao, argued eloquently.

In her eyes, Han Yurou was Rong Jincheng's mistress, a woman who didn't know how to behave.

Moreover, it is unwelcome at first sight.

Otherwise, she would not be allowed to come to the hospital for an abortion.

"Young Master Rong, Miss Han is also a very powerful scolder. Not only did she scold me, but she also scolded you. She also asked me to tell you, Master Rong, that she called you a bastard and a shameless villain. You won't even go to hell even if you are the king of Hell."

He also said that a devil like you should have no descendants."

Rong Jincheng suddenly turned his head, gave Granny Zhao a cold look, and sneered: "You have a pretty good memory."

"It's not me who complained. It was Miss Han who said that. I was so angry that I told you, Mr. Rong." Granny Zhao said quickly.

"She scolded me for her freedom. Who do you think you are?" Rong Jincheng's temper suddenly rose. His eyes were scarlet and his face was ugly.

"I, I, I..." The servant's tongue trembled all of a sudden, "I just feel sorry for Young Master Rong. Why is Young Master Rong scolded by Miss Han when he is such a good person? Young Master Rong, you are so good to her, and she still scolds you."

, isn’t this eating the inside out?”

"I just like her ignorant look. What the hell are you talking about? Get out!"

Rong Jincheng kicked Granny Zhao, and she was worried and had nowhere to vent her anger!

The old servant was frightened and covered her legs. What the hell is this?

She rolled around, not daring to talk nonsense, and hurriedly ran to the door of the ward.

I have never seen their young master Rong become so angry. Since returning to China, young master Rong has always smiled at everyone and never lost his temper.

It seems that they are all pissed off by that woman Han Yurou.

That woman is truly a disaster.

The ward suddenly became quiet, so quiet that no sound could be heard.

The curtains were drawn, so you couldn't see the heavy rain and darkness outside. There was plenty of light and warmth in the ward, but it wasn't that cold.

Rong Jincheng's bangs were damp and stuck to his forehead. He didn't feel anything, but his eyes fell on the woman on the bed.

Not sure if it was too uncomfortable, Han Yurou moved her body, said "hmm" softly, and knitted her brows into a straight line.

She tried to move her right hand, but as soon as she moved, the potion bottle started to shake.

Rong Jincheng quickly held down her hand, glared at her, and warned: "Don't move around. If you move around, I'll tie you up."

With his wrist held down, she couldn't move, but it was a little uncomfortable with her hair tied around her neck.

Halfway through waking up, she moved uncomfortably and wanted to speak, but her throat felt dry and she could not speak.

During the struggle, the potion bottle kept shaking.

"You're still moving!" Rong Jincheng roared, "Do you believe I'm going to tie you up right now?"

Not sure if she was frightened, Han Yurou stopped moving, her voice was hoarse, and she finally let out a low voice: "I feel uncomfortable..."

I feel uncomfortable all over, as if there are ants crawling around.
Chapter completed!