Rong Jincheng was in a good mood, but he didn't expect that so many days had passed and Han Yurou had not yet recovered from the fact that Han Yun passed away.

After dinner tonight, she did nothing and locked herself in the bedroom.

After so many days, she was already thinner and thinner. With a grip on her waist, she couldn't touch any flesh.

Rong Jincheng is not used to going to bed early, but he has not been to the bar or nightclub for this period.

After working in the study, he returned to the bedroom and saw Han Yurou reading a book. He walked behind her with his hands and feet, hugged her waist, and placed his chin on her shoulder: "What are you looking at?"

Han Yurou was startled, her body trembled slightly, and she closed the book: "Nothing."

"Hey, why are you closing it?" Rong Jincheng held her hand and flipped through the pages, "Let me look at the kite runner, you read the original version, it's amazing, I can't even understand the translated version."

Han Yurou had no intention of talking to him and tried to stand up.

But he pressed behind her and prevented her from moving. The heat he exhaled fell between her neck.

She felt a little uncomfortable: "I'm sleepy and want to sleep."

"Why is it so easy to sleep? I heard from people that pregnant women are prone to sleep. It's still early." Rong Jincheng was originally a casual person and spoke casually.

The speaker is unintentional, and the listener is intentional. Han Yurou's heart trembled, and a hazy light radiated in her eyes.

Pregnant woman

She will never be a pregnant woman or a mother in this life.

There was a sour feeling in my heart.

Rong Jincheng held her hand and flipped the book, saying, "I haven't gone abroad for a long time. I almost forgot all of my English. You are still good at it and know everything. You are very serious about reading books, are you still taking notes?"

She wasn't happy to talk to him.

"I have never read this book, why don't you tell me the content? I don't have to read it anymore. When I talk to people one day, I will seem to be educated, right?"

"Nothing good-looking." Han Yurou said lightly, "It's not suitable for you."

"Not suitable for me? Then what do you think is suitable for me?"

“Those you like.”

"For example, are you?" Rong Jincheng hugged her from behind, and while she was not paying attention, he reached out to scratch her crunching nest.

"Oh!" Han Yurou was caught off guard and shouted and hid.

Rong Jincheng refused to let her hide, hugged her, and scratched her.

Han Yurou couldn't hide and was held in his arms.

Tickled by him, she pounded his chest, trying to break free from his arms: "Don't make trouble."

"You don't make trouble with me, but I like to make trouble with you. Don't move or not. If you ask me to hug you, I see you have lost weight again." Rong Jincheng hugged her.

She was petite, and when she was held in his arms, she looked like a little cat.

While struggling, Rong Jincheng's nightgown was half-exposed, and her face was pressed against his chest by him, and his hair was tugged to his neck.

Rong Jincheng was itchy when she rubbed her and hugged her.

He knew she was afraid of itchy, so he took advantage of the opportunity to hug her and scratched her twice.

"Why are you letting go of me? I'm going to sleep?" she pushed him.

Unfortunately, she was no match for Rong Jincheng. As he was making a fuss, he carried her to the bed and pressed her under him.

After taking a shower, she had a gentle fragrance on her body, which was the fragrance of gardenia, which was seductive and charming.

His lips fell on her collarbone and kissed.
Chapter completed!