Rong Jincheng was speechless.

I was so stunned that I couldn't say a word for a moment.

"Giving a gift to a toy, I'm afraid Mr. Rong will not bother to do such a thing. If you have an ulterior motive in approaching me, then give up. I have nothing for you to use anymore. I will not accept the gift you gave me.

If you do, I don’t even want to see you!"

"Don't forget it, then you can handle it yourself." Rong Jincheng pursed his lips and held his hands slightly.

"You're not willing to take it back, are you?" Han Yurou held up the box.

"I, Rong Jincheng, will not take what I give you." He was also stubborn, his young face full of stubbornness.

"OK."

Han Yurou held the box and walked to the trash can. With a bang, the box and shoes were thrown in.

Rong Jincheng gritted his teeth and said nothing.

Han Yurou didn't even look at him, she picked up the bouquet on the ground, passed him by, and walked into the community.

The sound of her footsteps gradually disappeared.

The sky is not over yet.

The last ray of sunset left only a little light. Rong Jincheng stood there, motionless, and his blood seemed to solidify.

The evening breeze carried a heat wave and hit his face, but he didn't feel hot. There was an indescribable feeling in his heart that spread like spring grass and tightly wrapped around his heart like waterweed. He couldn't breathe and his heartbeat was erratic.

There was a "buzzing" sound in his ears, his fingers were curled together, and his muscles were tense. His eyes were still dark, but the light contained in them was cooling down little by little.

He licked his dry lips and lowered his head.

The last light of the setting sun stretched his thin figure very long, and fell to the ground, standing alone.

Han Yurou ran back to her apartment.

Today is her birthday, and she doesn't want to see anyone she doesn't want to see at all.

She closed the curtains and locked the door, fearing that Rong Jincheng would catch up.

She knew his temper very well. The temper of a young master and the style of a young master. Anyone who offended him would be punished tenfold.

My heart beat violently.

Does she make him anxious?

But she said many times that she didn't want his gift.

"Meow", Xiao Huihui jumped over and jumped to her feet.

When Han Yurou saw it, she thought of Rong Jincheng, but she had to let go of Xiao Huihui. If Xiao Huihui was returned to Rong Jincheng, he didn't know what he would do to the cat.

She has seen his young master's behavior before.

Xiao Huihui sticks to Han Yurou.

Han Yurou smoothed its fur: "Okay, today is my birthday. You have to be good and I will get you cat food."

She brought enough cat food and dried fish for Xiao Huihui, all of which were newly bought.

She hadn't had dinner yet. She rummaged through the refrigerator and found some vegetables and eggs, and ate some of them herself.

After ten o'clock at night.

The sky is full of stars.

Rong Jincheng returned to the group rental house smelling of alcohol and there were alcohol stains on his shirt.

There were also men playing cards. As soon as Rong Jincheng came back, they smelled the smell of alcohol. They couldn't help but raised their heads and asked, "Xiao Liu, why do you smell like alcohol?"

"Who made our Xiaoliu unhappy?"

"Xiao Liu, didn't you go out early today? Why didn't you come back until now?"

"You're an unfamiliar white-eyed wolf." Rong Jincheng cursed and walked into the bathroom holding on to the wall.

Several men looked at each other, who were they talking about?

He looked drunk and looked like he had drunk a lot.

Soon, there was a sound of water in the bathroom.
Chapter completed!