After almost finishing smashing everything in the kitchen, she slumped down on the ground weakly, hugging her knees and staring blankly at the white wall in front of her.

The look in his eyes was dull and lackluster, and his whole face had no color at all.

Her feet were still bleeding, and there were broken pieces of porcelain beside her feet that could be touched accidentally.

Rong Jincheng rushed back in a dusty state, his long gray windbreaker bringing up a gust of wind, and he ran straight to the kitchen.

Seeing Han Yurou sitting on the ground with her long hair disheveled, he frowned and stretched out his hand: "Come here."

Han Yurou, who was as dull as a puppet, finally raised her head, turned her head and saw Rong Jincheng, her eyes met, and he was shrunk in her pupils.

"Don't move, don't move." Rong Jincheng was really frightened when he saw debris all around her, "Wait for me, don't move."

The blood on her feet stopped flowing, and there were red blood stains on her slippers, which was shocking.

Rong Jincheng carefully stepped over the debris, and when he was still a few steps away from Han Yurou, he bent down to pick her up and carried her out of the kitchen.

Several servants were too frightened to move. He winked at them and said, "Go and pack up."

"Yes, Mr. Rong."

Rong Jincheng carried her to the bedroom and felt something was wrong with her: "Why are you so hot? Do you have a fever? I'm sorry you're sick again."

"I'm fine." She finally spoke, her voice hoarse.

"What's wrong with the eyes? They're all red."

She didn't speak, her face looked tired.

Rong Jincheng carried her to the bed and took out alcohol and band-aids from the medicine box.

It had been a long time since a young man like him had done anything like this, but such a trivial matter could not trouble him. He lowered his head, took off her slippers, and carefully used alcohol to treat her wounds.

"Hiss..." Han Yurou was in pain and her brows were twisted into a straight line.

"Don't move. It'll be fine soon. It won't hurt anymore if you put it on. Do you want me to blow it for you?" Rong Jincheng smiled so brightly that he actually had to blow her twice.

Han Yurou frowned and retracted her feet.

"Don't move, don't move, stop blowing, I'll put a band-aid on you." Rong Jincheng tore off the band-aid and helped her put it on squarely. He was very satisfied, "This is the first time that I put this band-aid on someone."

Planting things, but I’m pretty good at it.”

"Okay." He stood up, "Why are your eyes red? I was called by the lawyer when I was discharged from the hospital, so I couldn't go back to Jinyuan. Aren't you angry?"

"No."

"Oh, it's just me being sentimental." He wasn't angry, "I have to rush back later. It's because there are some contract issues and it's not a big deal."

"I have nothing to do here."

"You have a cold? Your voice is hoarse." He asked with concern, "I will come back to stay with you in the evening."

"I have a cold, please go back to the company, I will infect you."

"I have a good constitution and don't catch colds easily. Have you ever seen me catch a cold since you have been with me for so long?" He chuckled, lowered his head to kiss her lips, and then let go, "I'll see if it's contagious.

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"You're crazy." She glared at him.

"No, if I really catch a cold, I'll just lie down at home with you." He still had a smile on his face.

As the saying goes, don't hit the smiling person, Han Yurou didn't say anything.
Chapter completed!