The golden garden is picturesque and the scenery is beautiful.

When he walked into the living room in the rain, Rong Jincheng stopped.

"Why do you want to play with me and suppress it first?" Rong Jincheng's sarcastic tone sounded, and his voice echoed in the living room. "It's a pity that I'm used to seeing women who cry, make trouble, and hang themselves. For me, it's useless, you are no exception."

Rong Jincheng's voice was quite loud, but the woman curled up on the sofa did not move.

He pressed his throat and strode over.

Han Yurou still looked like he left during the day, with disheveled clothes and messy hair.

He pushed her shoulder hard!

As a result, what was waiting for was not Han Yurou's exclamation, but with a "boom", she fell to the ground!

"Han Yurou!" Rong Jincheng shouted, bent down and picked her up from the ground. Only then did he realize that her whole body was hot.

Have a fever!

"Damn it, I have a fever? So hot? Fuck!" Rong Jincheng cursed and sweared, "Does the servants in Jinyuan eat free rice?"

Rong Jincheng kept complaining, but this did not relieve Han Yurou's condition at all.

She was burning so hard that she had already reached a point where she was unconscious.

Rong Jincheng was talking in her ear, but she was unaware of it.

She didn't even know that there was someone around her.

Rong Jincheng shouted: "Come here!"

"Mr. Rong!" A male servant ran over quickly.

"Everyone has a fever, how do you take care of it?"

"Mr. Rong, it's our fault. I, will I take Miss Han to the hospital? It's raining outside." The male servant was frightened.

Rong Jincheng picked up Han Yurou from the sofa, and he had already clasped a blanket on her body.

"Gongguangguang, you don't need to send it. Call the driver, drive me, drive the Rambo in the garage."

"Yes, Mr. Rong, I'll go find the driver now."

Rong Jincheng patted Han Yurou's face, and a panic flashed in her eyes. Damn, why are you sick?

"Han Yurou!" He shook her body, he had never taken care of a woman.

Han Yurou couldn't hear it at all...

"It's so fucking annoying, women are so troublesome. Don't burn them to death, you're going to die, I have no women to play with."

"You said something!"

"day!"

"never mind."

From being irritable to helpless, Rong Jincheng had no choice but to spread his hands.

Soon, the driver drove the car and Rong Jincheng carried Han Yurou into the car.

The rain wet his bangs, and his face couldn't tell whether it was ugly or not. It was still the same as usual, without any special performance.

The woman in her arms seemed to faint, motionless, only her body temperature rose little by little, without any intention of falling down.

"What do you think I'm going to do when I'm back? Damn, I'll never come to Jinyuan again in the future." Rong Jincheng said to himself.

"Drive quickly!" Rong Jincheng stretched out his long legs and kicked the driver impatiently.

"..." The driver looked at the sky speechlessly.

It was raining so heavily outside, how could he drive fast?

Han Yuru was as angry as a fucking spring. She finally had a little reaction while the car was bumping.

"Cold...cold..." she trembled.

The voice was very small, like a whisper, but Rong Jincheng still heard it.

"Leng? It's so cold. Don't you like to wear clothes? You're calling me cold now? I'm not merciful at all. If you call me cold, I won't dress you." Rong Jincheng looked at the woman in his arms.
Chapter completed!