Han Yurou guessed that Rong Jincheng had lost his temper.

His temper is much better now, and he doesn't care if she provokes him.

Rong Jincheng was lying on the hospital bed looking at the ceiling. When Han Yurou came, he turned to look at her.

"Get up and eat. I don't know if you like it."

"I like everything you buy."

Han Yurou handed him the milk tea with a look of disgust.

Rong Jincheng accepted it happily and took a sip: "How did you know that I like to drink matcha?"

“Just buy whatever you want, the store recommends it.”

Rong Jincheng had forgotten all the unpleasantness of the day, could he still be angry with her? Of course not.

Han Yurou also ate something casually. She was not very hungry and had a lot of notes to make up in the evening: "I will go to the lounge downstairs later to do my homework. You can play by yourself."

"..." Rong Jincheng, "I will accompany you."

"Can your legs walk?"

“Got to try.”

This time, Han Yurou did not refute him.

"Is Little Huihui at home? Is he making trouble?" Rong Jincheng asked.

"No, I left a lot of cat food and toys for it. It's pretty good."

After dinner.

Han Yurou helped Rong Jincheng walk a few steps. He recovered well and could walk with a cane.

When Han Yurou was doing her homework, he leaned aside to join in the fun and look at her.

"Do you understand?" Han Yurou said calmly.

"..." Rong Jincheng asked, "I'm not illiterate. Didn't I tell you that I graduated from Stanford. Although I barely passed the exam, I'm pretty good if I can get in, okay?"

?”

"Didn't you say you bought it?" Han Yurou glanced at him faintly.

"Buy one and let me take a look!" Rong Jincheng said, "You will believe even those who lie to you."

Seeing her eyes full of disbelief, Rong Jincheng simply took her exercise book and picked an economic arithmetic problem at random.

"I'll show it to you!" He had to prove himself.

Han Yurou: "..."

He took a pen and scribbled on the draft paper for a long time. Five minutes passed, and ten minutes passed...

Another ten minutes.

Rong Jincheng dropped his pen in frustration: "What's wrong with the problem? It can't be done."

Han Yurou: "..."

See what you can do.

She said calmly: "This question is very difficult. It's normal that you can't do it, and neither can I."

"Don't do it, don't do it, put it away. I have a headache. I get a headache when I see the exercises."

"You're not good at studying."

"……"Hold.

Rong Jincheng almost exploded.

But after thinking about it, she was right.

Han Yurou stopped talking to him and lowered her head to do her homework.

Rong Jincheng sat aside with his chin in his hands, enjoying a rare moment of silence. He didn't disturb her, he just sat there.

There were only two of them in the huge lounge at night, and the leaves outside the window were rustling and swaying in the wind.

There are dark shadows, bright lights, and the night wind blows in through the windows, bringing with it the unique bright atmosphere of early autumn.

There was a light fragrance on Han Yurou's body, and Rong Jincheng was fascinated and stared at her intently.

Han Yurou also remained calm and kept doing her homework for more than an hour.

Rong Jincheng couldn't sit still. He couldn't bear it any more. He spread his hands and said, "You love studying so much? You are a nerd."

“What’s wrong with loving learning?”

"Okay, okay, there's nothing wrong with it, but there is something more worthy of love than studying in this world."

"What?"

Rong Jincheng blinked: "Me."
Chapter completed!