As the night became deeper and deeper, she remembered that she hadn't taken the medicine yet, so she endured the discomfort and got out of bed and poured a glass of water, and finished the medicine.

The doctor prescribed a lot of medicine for her, and filled a bag with colorful flowers, and kept reminding her to take it on time and seriously.

After taking the medicine, she sat back on the bed silently.

She didn't know how to survive this long night.

the next day.

Because he works in a company, Rong Jincheng will wait for Han Yurou to accompany him in the morning.

This day is no exception.

Rong Jincheng had eaten early, sat alone on the sofa, reading the newspaper casually, and woke up long ago.

Han Yurou had a bad appetite and ate very slowly, and she ate the millet porridge in the bowl alone.

There was no common topic between them. Rong Jincheng felt it was boring after reading the newspaper for a while, so he started playing with his mobile phone.

Since taking over Qiao's Group, he has been able to spend much less time on playing, he is busy, tired and has no one to share his burden, and sometimes he has to work overtime if he is accidentally.

He almost stopped going to the bar at night, and he hadn't touched the messy things about racing for a long time.

If I had known that I was so tired of being the president, I would have been better than being a second-generation ancestor and ate all the gold and silver mountains of Rong Jianguo.

On the sofa, Rong Jincheng crossed his legs and played with his cell phone leisurely. He seemed to no longer remember what happened when he was drunk last night, and he looked in a good mood.

"Why don't you wear the new shoes you bought yesterday? "Why don't you wear the white pair?" As he played, he turned to look at her.

She didn't look up: "I don't want to wear it today."

"Your professional outfit is so old-fashioned and terrifying."

“It’s suitable for wearing this in the company.”

"You didn't look so ugly when you wore professional clothes before. What clothes are you buying recently? The aesthetic decline is so great." He teased.

"As aged, people are getting older, and they don't look good in anything they wear." She said lightly while eating porridge.

"Ha." Rong Jincheng sneered, "Who did you learn from? You are so angry about talking, but you are indeed two years older than me. If you want to grow old, you will grow old first."

Han Yurou stopped talking and continued to eat.

The porridge today tastes good and it is quite fragrant.

She slept in the guest room last night. She originally thought that Rong Jincheng would get angry with her when she woke up in the morning because he didn't allow her to sleep in the guest room, probably because she was afraid that no one could make trouble after waking up from a nightmare.

But today he seemed to have forgotten this matter and did not mention it.

She ate very slowly, but he was patient and not in a hurry.

At this moment, Rong Jincheng's cell phone rang.

He picked it up.

"Xiao Panzi, why do you have time to call me today?"

"You Mr. Rong is busy. I'm going to have a birthday today. Have you forgotten? Will you come tonight?"

"I'm fine with what you do on your birthday, I don't like men."

"Tsk, I'll have a party at my bay villa tonight. Come here, there are good wine and yachts, but don't bring women, I'll introduce you to a girl."

"Oh? What girl? You know, I don't want it if I look good, have a bad figure, and have a bad personality."

"I won't be having fun with you this time. This girl is my friend's sister. She just returned from studying abroad in Luxembourg and looks pretty pretty."

"A good woman? Not interested."
Chapter completed!