Her shoulders were wet with the rain, and the wind was chilling. She held the umbrella tightly with both hands and then left with her head down.

Behind are dark mountains and cemeteries, gloomy.

Her car was parked on the side of the road. She slowly walked to the side of the car and took a lot of effort to put away the umbrella and open the car door.

The inside of the car was much warmer than outside, and she collapsed in the driver's seat and could no longer straighten her waist.

The lower abdomen was very painful, and the wind blew again. At this moment, her eyes were almost closed.

Han Yurou trembled and took out painkillers from the drawer, ate one with mineral water, and turned on the heating in the car, which made her feel better.

When she went to the cemetery, she didn't bring her cell phone. When she turned on the cell phone, she saw that Rong Jincheng actually called her a lot.

What urgent matters does he have?

She hasn't seen him for many days.

After the pain relieved, she drove the car out of the cemetery.

When the car drove to the city center, everything was different, with people coming and going, bustling, and even the rain could not resist everyone's enthusiasm.

Han Yurou bent her lips slightly.

Just then, the phone rang again.

It was Rong Jincheng, she took it.

"Han Yurou, where are you?"

“Go out.”

"Where did you go? Huh?"

"city center."

"Return to Jinyuan."

"knew."

Han Yurou heard a hint of suppressed anger on her phone. She just walked out of the door. Did he?

She did not dare to mention anything about her father in front of Rong Jincheng, because she was afraid of angering Rong Jincheng.

Jinyuan.

She walked to the door of the living room and before she could change her slippers, she felt something was wrong in the atmosphere in the living room.

Rong Jincheng sat on the sand, with no servants beside him, not one, only him sitting upright, with a slightly red face and anger.

Seeing her come back, he raised his head, his eyes flushed red, and there was a murderous aura in his eyes.

Han Yurou's hand was changing shoes and stopped, not daring to look at him. She squatted down and pretended not to see him, and silently changed into new slippers.

There was not a single person in the living room, which made her a little panicked.

The air seemed to be filled with coldness, which was even cooler than the cold rain outside. Han Yurou had offended him again.

She hadn't met him for a long time, and even if she met, she would always be in a hurry. How could she offend him?

He didn't speak, but just stared at her, watched her change her shoes, put down her bag, and walked over.

Han Yurou was a little afraid of him. She didn't understand his personality. She didn't know what he would do to her in the next second.

She doesn't want something to happen to this critical moment.

He didn't say anything, she stood one meter away from him and spoke slowly: "Why did you go back to Jinyuan today?"

Rong Jincheng, wearing a white shirt, was more indifferent than usual, with his eyes dull and deep, as if he was addicted to an ocean: "Afraid of me?"

"No." She shook her head gently.

"Then why are you standing so far?" He roared, stood up, grabbed her wrist, and took her into his arms with all his strength!

"It hurts." She didn't stand firmly, and was caught off guard and fell into his arms. She frowned in pain, and her wrists and lower abdomen were hurt.

"Does it hurt here?" He poked her heart and looked straight at her.

"What's wrong with you? Why are you angry with me for no reason? Don't bring the anger outside to Jinyuan to spread it to me!" Han Yurou also got angry.

"For no reason? Han Yurou, I underestimate you." Rong Jincheng sneered sarcastically, his eyes red, "Who should I show you the quiet days of the weekdays? Hum?"
Chapter completed!