She looked at him without evading her eyes, just looking at him.

Rong Jincheng clenched his fists and looked at her.

"Rong Jincheng, I will never have to borrow money from you again, haha." She smiled, with a sad and sad smile on her lips.

It's been two years.

"What do you mean?" Rong Jincheng frowned.

"What it means on the surface."

"Your father's death was expected. You should have been prepared a long time ago. You'd better cheer up." Rong Jincheng's voice was also trembling. He didn't know what to say for a moment. These comforts

If he did, he himself would sound powerless.

"Rong Jincheng, are you happy now? You hate me and my father. Now that my father is dead and I am firmly controlled by you, are you happy? You must be... very happy." Han Yurou's face was pale.

The paper and lips have no color at all.

"Don't be weird with me. You have a good rest and I will let someone take care of you."

"Don't let anyone get close to me, Rong Jincheng. Even at this time, are you still unwilling to let me go?"

"If you don't want others to get close to you, I can take care of you."

"I don't need it, I don't need it at all, get out of here, get out of here!" Han Yurou's shoulders were shaking, and the potion bottle was shaking.

Her mood was very unstable. Rong Jincheng nodded and calmed down temporarily: "Okay, I'm going out now, so don't make things difficult for yourself."

"roll!"

She hadn't scolded him for a long time. In the past two years, all her edges and corners had been smoothed away by Rong Jincheng. He scolded her and insulted her, but she had no power to fight back. Gradually, she almost thought that she could no longer curse.

.

Rong Jincheng didn't say much. He glanced at her and backed away silently.

He saw the anger and impulsiveness on her face. He knew that her emotions were very unstable now and he could not deepen it any further.

He retreated to the door and walked out of the ward.

Yao Zhi is crying and sorting out Han Yun's relics.

It was impossible for Rong Jincheng to visit Han Yun, so he silently walked to the ward where Han Yun had stayed and took a glance.

"Master Rong." Yao Zhi saw him and wiped away her tears, "Thank you for your care and support over the past two years. Rourou's father still can't hold on. Thank you."

"It should be." He said calmly with no expression on his face.

"If you pay a little more, I'll give it back to you." Yao Zhi took out a bank card and handed it to him.

Rong Jincheng did not answer: "No, you can use it yourself."

"Young Master Rong, that girl Rourou is not very sensible, and she has been spoiled by us. Thank you for not being dissatisfied and treating her so well in the past two years."

"It should."

"Young Master Rong... I have something to say, I don't know if I should say it or not." Yao Zhi hesitated for a moment, "You and Rou Rou have been together for two years. I don't know whether you like her... or not, or whether you like her or not.

I don’t like it.”

"Is there anything you want to ask?" Rong Jincheng asked.

"It's also a bit hard to talk about it. Rourou's father passed away. There are some unwritten customs in her father's hometown. According to the customs, you and Rourou... will either get married within three months, or three years later." Yao

Zhi's voice was very soft, mixed with some anxiety, and she was really embarrassed to speak.

She felt that, no matter what, Rong Jincheng and Han Yurou had been dating for two years, they had some relationship foundation, and they were both the right age.
Chapter completed!