Play coquettish with Joe

Chapter 3013 Want to keep sleeping...

Rong Jincheng wiped off the water on her body, wrapped her in a sky blue satin pajamas, and put her on the big bed.

She was like a doll, at the mercy of Rong Jincheng, motionless, with drooping eyelids and dull eyes.

Rong Jincheng sat by the bed with a fruit plate, forked an apple and fed her: "Come, take a bite, it's delicious, I tried it."

"Don't eat." She didn't open her eyes, she leaned on the pillow, hugging the quilt insecurely.

"You haven't eaten all day today. I cut this plate of fruit with my own hands. Don't you want to show me some face?" Rong Jincheng coaxed, not knowing where his patience came from.

Han Yurou's face was as pale as paper, she didn't even have the strength to shake her head, and her voice was like a silk: "Let me sleep for a while... I want to sleep... I want to sleep forever... If I don't have to wake up, that would be great..."

Rong Jincheng's face was a little uncomfortable: "You are too tired. You have been exhausted these days. If you really want to sleep, you can sleep. The sun will come out at dawn."

"Maybe." She murmured softly, keeping her eyes closed, pressing her head between the quilt and pillow.

Rong Jincheng suddenly felt powerless, so he had no choice but to put the fruit on the bedside cabinet and sit by the bed for a while.

He looked down at her face, she seemed to be very uncomfortable, curled up into a ball, like a little hedgehog, cute and pitiful.

He reached out and touched her forehead, no fever.

He knew that she and her mother were taking care of Han Yun's funeral, and she hadn't had a good night's sleep for several days.

Rong Jincheng stood up, turned off the bedroom light for her, and walked out.

He himself had some signs of a cold, so he took a few cold medicines in a hurry, and sat alone on the large balcony, drinking red wine and watching the night view outside the window.

The scenery of Jinyuan is very good. Because of the rain, there is a hazy white mist around it, as if covering the surrounding scenery with a layer of white gauze.

Rong Jincheng sat lazily and casually on the carpet on the balcony, he didn't know what he was looking at.

He is not a person who likes to look at the scenery, he feels lifeless, but now he has become like Han Yurou, sitting alone by the window watching the scenery.

The phone rings non-stop.

It was all from his friends.

Rong Jincheng didn't bother to answer it, so he simply turned off the phone.

Sitting by the window, the whole space was extremely quiet. Countless judgments flashed through his mind, from childhood to now.

When he was very young, before the age of five, his memory was not very clear, and the only thing he remembered was "poor" and "bitterness".

He was taken away by Rong Jianguo after he was five years old, and he gradually forgot the memories before he was five years old, and the only thing he didn't forget was the humiliation his mother had suffered.

Only he, his mother and Han Yun knew about this matter.

And now, in this world, he is the only one who knows, and he doesn't want more people to know.

Han Yun's death was so easy. When he died, he took everything away, whether it was hatred or grief, it seemed that all of them... disappeared at once.

Rong Jincheng drank several glasses of red wine one after another. Slowly, the alcohol picked up and he became drunk.

When he was drunk, he stepped on his slippers and walked upstairs while leaning against the wall. He touched the big soft bed in the bedroom, and fell asleep with Han Yurou in his arms.

He is also very tired.

A lot of things end suddenly.

End...doesn't it mean easy?But his body was heavy.

Drizzle.

endless.

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