"It's good for you, but you don't know." Rong Jincheng took a bite of the apple angrily.

"I don't want you to be nice to me. If you are hospitalized this time, what if I don't return the favor to you? No matter how much you do, you can't make up for the things you have done." Han Yurou whispered.

Rong Jincheng's hand movements paused.

There was a sour feeling in my heart, spreading bit by bit.

Sweet apples don’t taste good either.

"I have classes in the afternoon. You should stay well in the hospital and don't run around." Han Yurou warned.

"I can run anywhere, but I won't run away." Rong Jincheng was a little angry, "Go to bed, don't talk to me."

He covered himself with a quilt and remained silent.

"Who wants to talk to you?" Han Yurou was also unconvinced.

"Then if you have the ability, don't talk to me for the rest of your life. It doesn't matter if you make people half-dead with anger every time." Rong Jin said in a muffled voice, covered by the quilt.

"..." Han Yurou ignored him.

She packed her backpack and left.

Rong Jincheng hid under the quilt and felt extremely wronged. He had never suffered such grievances since he was five years old.

Why do you want to make him unhappy? He was in a good mood, but you insisted on recruiting him. What should you do if he is unhappy now?

She didn't seem to care and went to school again. What about him?

The more Rong Jincheng thought about it, the sadder he became. He was so sad, and his heart felt blocked, as if there were needles pricking him.

There are more classes in the afternoon.

Han Yurou didn't know what was going on during class, she was always absent-minded and her thoughts kept running away.

She is very serious in class, which is rare.

But she didn't seem to have anything on her mind. If she had anything on her mind, it was just because she was afraid that Rong Jincheng would do something too much.

When he does it, he does it himself.

When get out of class was over, she still sent him a text message: Are you awake? Don't run around, remember to walk slowly and don't fall.

Rong Jincheng didn't fall asleep and was sulking with himself for a long time.

When I saw her texting me, I typed a paragraph, but it was inappropriate, so I deleted it again.

I don’t know what to reply, so I won’t reply at all.

He threw away his phone, closed his eyes and lay on the bed: "I'm so angry that I won't reply."

When Han Yurou saw that he didn't reply, she guessed that he hadn't woken up yet and continued class.

However, when the class was over, he still hadn't returned.

Han Yurou wondered, what's wrong?

She simply sent a text message: "Are you awake? If you don't reply, I won't go there tonight."

Rong Jincheng: "..."

He had a very passive feeling, which he had never felt before.

In the past, whether he was making ordinary friends or making girlfriends, they were very proactive. His gestures and eyes could be interpreted by the group of people.

But in front of Han Yurou, he couldn't vent his anger.

He had no choice but to pick up the phone in disgrace: "I just woke up... bring me something delicious tonight."

Han Yurou: "Yeah."

Rong Jincheng: "Add another cup of milk tea."

Han Yurou: "???"

Rong Jincheng: "I want to drink."

Han Yurou: "..."

What kind of milk tea do grown men drink?

Rong Jincheng: "Let's add WeChat, text messages are inconvenient."

Han Yurou: "No need."

She didn't intend to chat with him either.

Rong Jincheng: "Sending text messages requires money, which is expensive."

Han Yurou: "???"

Rong Jincheng: "He is also a poor boy today.o(╥﹏╥)o"

Han Yurou: "..."

After school in the evening, Han Yurou brought him pancakes, fruit, milk tea, as well as small bread and snacks from a store near the school.
Chapter completed!