She doesn't want it.

She can accept gifts from friends and colleagues, but she just doesn't want Rong Jincheng's gifts.

"Open it and see if you like it." Rong Jincheng was very persistent.

Han Yurou was also persistent and shook her head.

Rong Jincheng simply opened the box for her.

Yes, the shoes in the box were exactly the pair that Han Yurou had her eye on last time. The bright rhinestones added a bit of feminine beauty in the soft light of the setting sun.

Rong Jincheng knew that she liked it, and he also thought it was suitable for her.

A trace of surprise flashed in Han Yurou's eyes, because she really didn't know that Rong Jincheng would buy these shoes.

She forgot about it after the last time they met, but she didn't expect that he would remember it.

But she still wouldn't ask for it: "Rong Jincheng, I don't want your gift. Please don't buy me anything anymore."

"Don't you like it?"

"I like it, but I don't want you to give it away, that's it." Han Yurou saw that he refused to leave, and there was already anger in her eyes.

"Don't you accept all the gifts others give you? Why don't you accept the gifts I give you?" Rong Jincheng asked.

"Rong Jincheng, why do you ask knowingly? You know very well in your heart that I don't like you, even hate you, but you still come to me over and over again. I really don't want your things. If I can make a birthday wish, that is, I hope you

disappear forever before my eyes."

The coolness in her eyes soaked into his heart and extinguished his enthusiasm.

I came with high hopes, but now, that little bit of hope has been shattered.

He was a little at a loss.

The four eyes faced each other and their eyes collided.

Han Yurou is full of stubbornness.

Rong Jincheng closed the box again and tied the bow.

There was a sour taste in his throat. He swallowed and suppressed his emotions: "Whether you want them or not, these shoes are bought for you anyway. If they are, they are yours, and if they are not, they are also yours."

"You can withdraw."

"That's impossible."

Rong Jincheng is also very stubborn, not only stubborn, but also aggrieved.

He has been saving money for several months!

He usually doesn't even want to eat a good meal himself, has never done any hard work, sleeps four or five hours a day, and looks several years older.

He has also been hurt when he encountered difficult people.

When he bought this pair of shoes, he was very happy and stayed here waiting for her to come back and give them to her.

But she doesn't want it.

Rong Jincheng took a step forward and put the box in her arms: "You have to take it if you don't want it! It's yours!"

Han Yurou felt that this person was really unreasonable.

The box is very heavy.

She simply squatted down and placed the bouquet on the ground, holding the gift he gave her, and looked at him silently: "Is it mine?"

"Yes, it's yours."

"Why did you give me a gift?" Han Yurou looked at his softly glowing face and asked calmly.

"I..." Rong Jincheng swallowed, frowned slightly, and frowned, "Do you still need a reason to give a gift?"

"Others don't need it, but you need it."

"You are treating me differently! You are discriminating! You are looking down on me." Rong Jincheng started making trouble unreasonably.

"I just look down on you. People like you don't deserve to be looked down upon." Han Yurou's gentle voice was like a knife. Although it was very gentle, it could cut people's blood.

Rong Jincheng was startled.

silence.

Didn't speak for a long time.

He looked at her, the breeze blowing on his cheeks.
Chapter completed!