Play coquettish with Joe

Chapter 4534 soft, baby (3)

"I'm thinking, I made a wrong question in the final exam, and I'm afraid I won't get the first place."

Rong Jincheng: "..."

???

Dare to feel that he is the only one who is wasting his tongue in vain.

Forget it.

Don't say anything.

So boring.

Han Yurou's hair fell on his neck, scratching him, his neck was itchy and his heart was itching.

His throat moved, and he hugged her tightly.

After a long time, Han Yurou asked, "Have you been in New York these past few months? Why do you look thinner?"

"tired."

"You don't want to be a black household for the rest of your life, do you?"

"what happened?"

"It would be very useless."

"But no matter whether I am promising or not, you seem to look down on me, or you should continue to be worthless."

Han Yurou: "..."

She stopped talking.

Rong Jincheng knew that she was upset again, so he almost said "talk to the duck" to him.

She really didn't speak anymore.

Rong Jincheng hugged her, listening to the howling wind outside and the sound of snowflakes falling.

He has never calmed down and listened to the purest sounds of nature, and in fact, he has not seen snow lying on the window for a long time.

He has been impetuous these years.

But deep down in his heart, he still remembers how his mother accompanied him to build a snowman when he was very young.

In my impression, my mother is very beautiful. In winter, she will take the initiative to play with him, make snowmen, and roll snowballs.

She always hugged him and called him "Ajin", and she liked to rub his chubby, soft little face the most.

It seems like a long time ago.

But he remembered, all of them.

Later, she had a mental problem and never played with him again.

Soon after Rong Jianguo took him away, she died.

After the age of five, he never saw her again, even if she died, he never got to see her for the last time.

Later, in Rong's family, he was full of fine clothes and food, and he didn't lack for anything, let alone worry about food and clothing, but no one ever stayed with him.

Han Yurou realized that his fingers were tightening, almost strangling her, so she asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Rong Jincheng didn't speak.

In the dark, he pursed his lips, and there was a rolling astringency in his throat.

He wants to smoke.

He couldn't think of a better solution than smoking.

But there was no smoke on his body, so he could only tighten his hands and hold Han Yurou in his arms tightly.

"Are you okay? Is it too cold?" She panicked.

"I'm fine." He suppressed his voice, hoarse and astringent.

He didn't speak any more.

But he didn't let go, a pair of slender and thin big hands wrapped around Han Yurou's slender waist, and he didn't do anything else but hug her.

On this cold winter night, they were like small animals warming each other, and no one left.

In the second half of the night, the wind was even stronger.

The snowflakes in the sky were blown up by the wind and fluttered, and the windows were blown loudly. This dark and cold winter night seemed to be a long and long darkness that never faded for a long time.

When the cold was unbearable, Rong Jincheng would light the only thing in the house, carefully.

When Han Yurou couldn't bear it, she almost trembled, her lips turned purple, and she couldn't say a word.

Rong Jincheng was about to wrap his coat around her, but the temperature was too low to help.

He pressed her against him, getting close.

Tomorrow morning, the snow will definitely be thicker, this is the beginning, and he will take her out of the woods.

No matter how much he pays, he will let her go out.

Her life is worth more than his.

He, Rong Jincheng, is just a punk now, he doesn't care about anything, and he has no fear.

(End of this chapter)