The sun shines down, refracting colorful light like broken jade.

When Rong Jincheng came back from the talk, Han Yurou accidentally fell asleep on the table in front of her.

The bright light fell on her pale face, and she was like a fragile porcelain doll in the sun, motionless.

Rong Jincheng walked over and took a thick blanket to cover her.

Han Yurou did not wake up, half of her face was covered by long hair, only half of her fair face was exposed.

Rong Jincheng bent down without making any sound, gently rubbing her cheeks and eyelashes with his fingers.

Well, the eyelashes are very long and very beautiful.

There seemed to be tears in her eyes, as if she had cried.

Rong Jincheng was puzzled. He was not good to her and why did he cry?

Instead of disturbing her rest, he tiptoed out on the carpet.

"Xiaohui, Miss Han, please watch it, don't let her catch a cold." Rong Jincheng changed into clothes.

"Okay, Rong Shao."

"Xiaohui, do you think I'm handsome?"

"..." The maid blushed, "Handsome."

"Are you rich? Are you tall?"

"Of course." The maid looked at Rong Jincheng with admiration, "You are the standard tall, rich and handsome guy!"

"Do you have a good personality? Do you have a good temper?"

"It's great." The maid was a little shy.

"Then what's wrong with me? Or what's wrong with me? To be honest."

"I haven't seen any shortcomings of Mr. Rong for the time being. No, Mr. Rong, you have no shortcomings!"

"..." Rong Jincheng's mouth twitched, and he was really good at flattering, "Then, why do you think there are women who don't like me?"

"Maybe because she's blind?"

"You're the fucking blind." Rong Jincheng was angry.

"Uh..." The maid pursed her lips and didn't dare to speak anymore.

Rong Jincheng had already put on his clothes and took the car keys: "Let's go."

On the way, Rong Jincheng went to the fruit shop to buy some fruits.

He went to the hospital to see Han Yun.

When he arrived at the VIP ward, he handed the fruit basket to Yao Zhi.

"Sir Rong." Yao Zhi recognized him.

"Mrs. Han? I'll give me some advice for the first time." Rong Jincheng greeted, "Mrs. Han is very well maintained, looking like a woman in her early thirties. She has a good figure, like a female star."

"Mr. Rong is really an over-the-top award. Mr. Rong comes here specially. I really feel sorry for it."

"Didn't you agree not to call me Mr. Rong."

"Oh, Jincheng." Yao Zhi quickly changed his words.

Yao Zhi still used to wearing a cheongsam, which looked dignified and elegant, but her face was particularly tired.

Rong Jincheng stared at her for a long time. Yes, it was so beautiful. I don’t know how beautiful it is, how many times brighter than a woman in a mental hospital.

Rong Jincheng withdrew his gaze: "I'll go and see Mr. Han."

"Okay, I'll take you there. He is hanging water and hasn't woken up yet."

Yao Zhi took Rong Jincheng to the quietest place deep in the ward.

On a wide bed, Han Yun lay pale, without blood.

The surroundings are dim and the atmosphere is quiet.

He was so familiar with this face.

The middle-aged man on the hospital bed had a weak aura, his face was full of fatigue, and he lay quietly on the bed without moving.

Rong Jincheng put on a mask and prepared to walk to the bed.

"Honey, Jin Cheng is here to see you. He is just helping the young master Rong from the Han family, Rong Jin Cheng." Yao Zhi walked to the bed and said gently.

Between the mask and bangs, Rong Jincheng only had a pair of sharp eyes exposed outside, with a solemn and cold look in his eyes and a coldness condensed into ice.

His eyes were always looking at the man on the hospital bed.
Chapter completed!