"Rourou, why don't you give me a book to read." He didn't know why she loved reading so much.

Han Yurou took out a novel and handed it to him: "Read it."

Rong Jin took over.

So thick.

After reading a few pages...forget it, he might as well be in a daze.

He couldn't disturb Han Yurou, so he had to stay in a daze.

Seeing that he was really bored, Han Yurou said calmly: "Why don't you give me a Christmas gift."

"I can't get out of bed, so I can't go out and buy it for you." Rong Jincheng looked regretful, but he wanted to give it away, very much.

"Don't you know how to make felt dolls? Then you can make another one."

Rong Jincheng was stunned.

There were traces of emotion in his eyes, and then he said aggrievedly: "You don't want it, don't you?"

"Then you won't do it?"

"Do it!" Rong Jincheng agreed quickly, his eyes full of excitement and energy, "You can help me buy the materials. There is a store near the hospital. I went to buy it last time."

"Why do men like to do such small crafts?" Han Yurou couldn't help but ask.

It's still such a delicate little handiwork.

Rong Jincheng is not a person who can endure his temper.

"If you are interested, I will tell you later."

Han Yurou was silent and put down the book.

Maybe she was in a good mood today, so she bought him a bunch of colorful materials and spent a lot of money.

"What are you going to do?" Rong Jincheng asked.

"Kitten."

"good."

Rong Jincheng is patient, serious and cautious.

Han Yurou had never seen such a serious Rong Jincheng, who was concentrating on making kittens, as if the world had nothing to do with him and he only had kittens in his eyes.

Several times, Han Yurou looked up at him, but he didn't respond.

She really didn't expect him to be so serious.

All afternoon, he made felt dolls and she read a book.

…

The next day is Christmas.

He gave her the finished little cat and said, "Hang it on your bag. It'll look good."

Han Yurou took it. It was really a small and cute cat, very vivid and cute.

"Merry Christmas." Rong Jincheng said.

"Well, Merry Christmas." She also smiled and wished.

Rong Jincheng rarely saw her smiling. When she smiled, he felt a little embarrassed.

During the busy Christmas day, Rong Jincheng insisted on getting out of bed and taking a walk, but Han Yurou couldn't resist him.

He refused to wear a hospital gown and insisted on changing into new clothes that Han Yurou bought for him. The dark green turtleneck made his skin extra white and delicate.

Han Yurou helped him go downstairs and walked around.

"Rourou, I want to visit your apartment, take a look at little Huihui, and wish it a Merry Christmas."

"It doesn't understand."

"take me."

"No, the doctor said..."

"Go by car."

Han Yurou still refused.

Rong Jincheng grabbed her arm and wrapped it around her: "Rourou, today is Christmas, which is also the New Year. This is my only wish for the New Year, please promise me!"

Rong Jincheng is very good at pestering people and teasing them hard.

Han Yurou was soft-hearted and agreed.

This is the first time Rong Jincheng has come to her apartment.

The apartment was much smaller than he imagined, but it was very clean, with plain wallpaper on the walls, and beautiful flowers in the vases at home.

That guy, Xiao Huihui, sat motionless on the sofa, making the house a mess again.

Seeing someone coming, Xiao Huihui raised his eyelids but did not move.
Chapter completed!