Play coquettish with Joe

Chapter 4482 I don't like you (11)

Afterwards, she always ate at the same table with Han Yurou. She spoke softly, and she looked like a fairy, but she made him useless.

It is still the case today.

She ate vegetables with her head down, her manners were elegant, the white pearl pendants in her ears were bright and clean under the light, her shoulders were thin, her neck was slender, and a few strands of hair fell down.

Rong Jincheng stared at her for a few minutes.

As soon as Han Yurou raised his head, he looked away again.

She probably realized that he was looking at him just now, and her dark and beautiful eyes moved slightly.

"You really don't want to eat shrimp?" Rong Jincheng put on disposable gloves and took one. The boiled lobster was very attractive, it was red pepper sprinkled, and said deliberately, "It smells delicious, why don't you eat it?" It’s not too bad, it’s the most fun to eat in summer.”

"Don't eat."

"Could it be that you don't want to peel it? Are you afraid of the taste of a lobster?" Rong Jincheng raised his eyebrows.

Han Yurou: "..."

"Say it earlier, I'll peel it for you. I'm good at it." Rong Jincheng raised his eyebrows.

Anyway, he has always been unable to do serious things, and he is very good at crooked ways.

Rong Jincheng quickly peeled off a shrimp, cut off the tail, picked open the shell, and quickly peeled off the white meat of the shrimp.

He also thoughtfully dipped her in the soup before throwing it into her bowl: "Taste."

"Don't eat it, don't peel it off for me." Han Yurou refused.

"Try it first."

Han Yurou just ate the piece of shrimp meat, it tasted good, spicy with five spice seasoning, very special, and mixed with secret seasoning.

Rong Jincheng looked in a good mood, laughed, and peeled off a few more.

Han Yurou was still thinking about Pan Wenguang, her brows were slightly frowned.

"You haven't told me what kind of person Pan Wenguang is and how I should deal with him." She asked.

"I'm a villain, just like me before." Rong Jincheng didn't hide it, "but I'm not the same as him now, I'm not a bird of a feather, don't get me wrong. As for the solution, let me help you think about it, if you trust me my words."

There is no one else Han Yurou can trust now.

She was silent.

Rong Jincheng looked into her eyes: "Do you believe me?"

"Help me figure out a way. If Pan Wenguang doesn't pester me anymore, I'll treat you to dinner."

"..." Rong Jinchengmo, "I look like someone who can't afford to eat?"

"I can buy you a present."

"Anthracene, a pen? I don't want it, and I don't like reading."

"..."

Rong Jincheng put the white shrimp meat in her bowl: "Eat them, they are delicious."

Ok.

Han Yurou couldn't refuse.

Take others short-handed, eat others soft-mouthed.

Rong Jincheng drank some beer, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, a little hot, but very refreshing.

"When I was studying at Stanford, I was also in the United States. Every summer, I like to rent a very large villa by the sea with a few plastic friends. A group of people drink beer, barbecue and sing on the high terrace. Just one night." Thinking of the past, Rong Jincheng laughed dumbfounded, like a dream.

Han Yurou didn't speak.

Rong Jincheng seemed to be talking to himself, he became more interested and talked more.

"You must be different from me. When you were studying in Cambridge, you were a good girl with excellent grades, right? She was soft and weak, and many boys chased after that." In fact, he had never heard Han Yurou talk about her, because she didn't know how to talk to her. He has any communication, even if they have slept in the same bed for two years.

(End of this chapter)