He took it, took a look at it, and put the photo into his wallet.
"Hey, that's mine." Lin Xinlan hurriedly reached out to grab it, but the man slapped her hand away and said without raising his eyes: "I paid for it."
"...cheapskate." Anyway, she saw his teeth and dimples, and it didn't matter who the photo belonged to.
"Would you like some more food?" Rong Shaoze's mood suddenly improved. There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, a little less cold, and he looked more friendly.
Ruby Lin hurriedly shook her head, "No, I can't eat too much. Eat all your food quickly and don't waste food."
She said smoothly that she was used to talking to Xiao Cong like this at home.
Xiao Cong could never eat too much, and every time there would be half a bowl left, she would tell him not to waste food, but to eat it all.
Her tone, with a touch of mother's instructions, was very warm and warm, making people feel very comfortable.
Rong Shaoze was stunned for a moment, lowered his eyes, picked up the chopsticks, and quickly finished the food in front of him. After eating, the man suggested taking her for a drive, and Ruby Lin said it was casual.
Some people are willing to be free drivers and tour guides, but she doesn’t have to use them in vain.
As the bright Rambo shuttled through the night, Lin Xinlan looked at the neon lights outside the window, and a question arose in her mind. Is there anything in this city that is worthy of her memory?
It seems like there is nothing. She stays here, just like many people who are running for life, just to make money. Apart from making money, there is nothing that they like about this city.
This is a cold and heartless city, no matter how beautiful the night is, it cannot be integrated into her eyes.
Suddenly she lost interest in going for a ride and said calmly: "Let's go back."
Rong Shaoze glanced at her, turned around and walked back without asking anything.
Back at the villa, the man unusually held her hand after getting out of the car, led her into the living room, and then went upstairs.
Lin Xinlan was very uncomfortable. When she tried to break away, he glared at her so hard that she had to give up her struggle.
Walking into his room, he let go of her hand, with a smile on his face, took out a small red velvet box from his pocket and handed it to her: "This is a Chinese Valentine's Day gift for you."
He was talking about Chinese Valentine's Day, not Valentine's Day.
When Lin Xinlan saw the box, her first reaction was that it contained a ring. She took a step back and shook her head firmly: "No, thank you."
"I bought it for you. Just take it when I tell you to take it!" The man was a little displeased and forcefully took her hand and thrust the box into her hand.
"I said no, you can keep it and give it to someone else." She clenched her fists and refused to accept it.
Rong Shaoze's face suddenly sank, and he said in a cold tone: "Ruby Lin, don't make me angry!"
Even if it makes him angry, she can't take it.
This is a ring, not an ordinary gift. If she accepts it, wouldn't the relationship between them change.
She hadn't quarreled with him for several days, and Lin Xinlan's anger also increased.
"You are so unreasonable. I said I didn't want it, why did you insist on giving it to me!" She yelled back at him, but she had no idea how serious the consequences would be.
Rong Shaoze's face was ashen, and a violent evil flashed in his eyes.
It was such a rare thing for him to allow Shaoze to give gifts to women. No woman would be overjoyed or grateful after receiving a gift.
