Play coquettish with Joe

Chapter 4542 dreams of wanting a son (1)

Rong Jincheng coaxed the third child for a long time.

In the end, the third child reluctantly agreed to him and didn't care about Han Yurou.

Rong Jincheng looked at the new clothes Han Yurou bought for him like a baby, and praised: "Third brother, look, the clothes my little darling bought for me are so beautiful and have a good eye. This style, I love it." If it looks so handsome."

The third child glanced at him and said nothing.

Rong Jincheng took the clothes and couldn't put them down.

"Xiao Liu, how is your development in Southeast Asia? What are you doing recently?"

"Do a little business, the market is not very good, and I haven't made any money yet."

"I looked at you and didn't make any money."

"..." Rong Jincheng felt wronged, "30 years in Hedong and 30 years in Hexi, wait, I will make a fortune."

"Come on."

Not long after, Han Yurou came back.

She bought some appetizers and rice, her face still had a dull expression, light and shallow, without much expression, only her long eyelashes were trembling.

She brought the food to Rong Jincheng: "Eat something."

"Okay, I'll eat whatever you buy." Rong Jincheng sat obediently, the loose hospital gown looked too big on him.

The third child couldn't take it anymore: "I'm going back, I still have to work."

"Go slowly, don't send me off, Merry Christmas." Rong Jincheng said immediately.

Han Yurou busily helped him put down the small table and served him a meal.

Rong Jincheng reached out to lift up the fallen hair for her, staring at her with burning eyes.

Han Yurou probably realized that he was looking at her, and squinted at him: "What are you looking at me for?"

"nice."

"I'm not money."

"The banknotes are not as good as yours."

Han Yurou didn't want to pay attention to him: "Eat quickly, the food gets cold quickly in winter."

"Christmas Eve tonight, what are your plans? This is also the American New Year."

"I don't have any plans, go back and accompany Xiao Huihui."

"What are you doing with it? Am I not as good as a cat?" Rong Jincheng was angry.

"You're not as good as a cat."

"Okay..." Rong Jincheng was discouraged, "If you say it's not as good as it is."

Rong Jin admitted.

She said he could do anything.

"How about...you bring Xiao Huihui here, or I'll stay at your house?"

"No, no, no, Rong Jincheng, are you bothered? Can you eat? If you don't eat, I'll take it away for you!"

"Grumpy little fairy."

Rong Jincheng stopped talking and lowered his head to eat.

He suddenly missed Han Yurou who was in the snow and in the wooden house, he would not refute him, and he did not have the energy to argue with him, so he quietly leaned in his arms and let him hold hands.

How good.

What a wonderful memory.

Christmas Eve is a very lively day, and the staff in the hospital sent Christmas Eve blessings and small gifts to every patient.

Han Yurou also put a Santa Claus in the ward, and the empty ward suddenly became full of life and vitality.

This kind of life was peaceful, Rong Jincheng had nothing to do, so he leaned on the hospital bed and squinted slightly, as if he was sleeping, but couldn't fall asleep.

Han Yurou is fine, she likes to read, so she sits by the window and reads.

The bright sunlight shines in through the glass windows, and the beautiful light is refracted into colorful splendor, the light and shadow flow, and the fine spots of light jump and rotate.

In the past, Rong Jincheng couldn't bear this silence.

But now, as long as she is here, everything is fine.

He could sit still and look at her all day, his pair of burning peach eyes were full of traces of love.

(End of this chapter)