But what surprised Pan Wenguang was that Rong Jincheng did not come a few days after making the call.

Regret?

Christmas Eve is approaching, lights are decorated everywhere, and the winter snowflakes begin to fall, like catkins.

On this day, it snowed heavily, and it started falling before dawn. At night, there was a thick layer of snow, and everything was white.

This boundless white color has no end as far as the eye can see.

When the wind blows, the loose white snow on the treetops will fall down, making a "squeaking" sound.

Snowy days are quieter.

Pan Wenguang's villa was originally located in the suburbs. It was snowing and it was quiet everywhere, and no sound could be heard.

Han Yurou still didn't eat much, but she still managed to eat. She couldn't move, and her hands and feet were numb.

Listening to the wind outside the window, she turned her head and saw that it was snowing.

Everything that hits the eye is white, and otherwise there are bright lights.

She watched from morning to night, then closed her eyes when she was tired and remained silent.

The snow outside is quite thick.

She didn't know what day it was now. Christmas was coming soon.

At midnight, she fell asleep.

The only things she could do during this time were eat and sleep.

In a daze, she seemed to hear a sound, which was not loud, as if she was dreaming.

Han Yurou didn't wake up, but soon, the rope on her feet was loosened, and she moved her feet, and she was able to move.

What's wrong?

Just when she was about to open her eyes in a daze, the man held her in his arms and lifted her up horizontally. With his strong arms, Han Yurou fell into his warm chest.

Her face was pressed by him, her cheek pressed tightly against his black coat, and he tied a gray scarf around his neck.

Han Yurou was too tired to lift her hands, and she suddenly knew who it was.

Rong Jincheng.

Even if she didn't want to admit it, she had to admit that she was very familiar with the aura on his body.

"Don't move, don't make a sound, I'll take you out." He lowered his voice.

Han Yurou didn't know how he got in. It stands to reason that Pan Wenguang's guard must be very tight.

"Hold me tight." Rong Jincheng hugged her lightly.

"Go back. Pan Wenguang is not someone to be trifled with. He has set a trap in the villa."

"Whether it's a trap or a pie, I'm here, there's no reason to go back." Rong Jincheng's voice was hoarse, "Shh, don't talk."

Han Yurou stopped talking.

Rong Jincheng jumped out of the window with her.

Because there was a thick layer of snow outside the window, I wasn't injured when I jumped in, but I was a little cold.

He protected Han Yurou in his arms and did not let her touch the snow, but the snowflakes were still flying and a little white fell on her head.

Rong Jincheng took off his scarf and wrapped it around her. Then Han Yurou opened her eyes and saw his face through the stars outside.

All in all, I haven't seen you for a long time.

He seemed to be quite haggard, with dark circles under his eyes, his eyes were deeply sunken, and he was thin and tired.

I'm obviously thinner and a lot darker.

Pan Wenguang posted a lot of bodyguards in the villa. She actually wanted to know how Rong Jincheng got in? How did he escape these dragnets?

Pan Wenguang is waiting for him to jump in, and she is the bait.

She didn't expect Rong Jincheng to come.

Doesn't he hate her very much? He hates her father and he hates her too.

Rong Jincheng tightened his grip and chose a dark corner to walk, but because he was not familiar with it, he almost fell down several times.

Fortunately, the road is not icy yet and we can walk on it.
Chapter completed!