At that moment, Ai Mengmeng felt very selfish.

It was like a vampire, absorbing all the energy of Rong Yue.

And what she can do for him is to stay by his side when he gets tired and sick, and eat a meal with him, that's all.

Ai Mengmeng felt particularly sad, and she walked over gently.

Standing behind Rong Yue.

Rong Yue was probably too focused, still typing on the laptop keyboard.

Ai Mengmeng's uncomfortable heart suddenly reached its extreme.

She leaned in lightly, pressed her face to his back, hugged his waist, and said in a very soft voice, "Rong Yue, I'm sorry."

When she said these words, she was particularly sad, so her voice became hoarse or even choked.

Rong Yue's body paused for a moment, then tilted his head, but couldn't see her.

His voice is also very gentle, very soft and soft: "What's the matter?"

Ai Mengmeng desperately shook her head, "Nothing!"

She was behind him, and her heart was suffering at this time. She wanted to endure, but she still couldn't bear it. She lay on his back and cried.

Rong Yue froze for a while, then put down his work, and fished it back.

Finally, he caught her hand, gently brought her to sit down beside him.

Ai Mengmeng was still blinking, looking at Rong Yue somewhat innocently.

Rong Yue also looked at her and smiled slightly: "You must be thinking now, I must have worked so hard for you, right?"

Ai Mengmeng didn't say anything, but he thought so.

Rong Yue smiled lightly, and reached out and touched her cheek lightly, "I like to write alas, of course, this can be exchanged for generous rewards and let us have a better life."

Ai Mengmeng bit her lip: "I can save some. I can also skip the order. I cook by myself. I can even go to work. I can do any kind of work."

As she said, she leaned her head on his shoulder and murmured in a low voice: "Rong Yue, I don't want you to work so hard."

She was afraid that his body would not be able to bear it, and she was afraid that he could not grow old with her.

If life is consumed by one person, what's the point?

Ai Mengmeng leaned on him, Rong Yue probably understood something, and turned his head to look at her.

For a long time, he sighed: "How can I be willing!"

He said, patted her shoulder: "Go and prepare a breakfast for me, I will write it for a while."

Ai Mengmeng glared at him, and for a moment, she suddenly closed the notebook in front of him, and spoke very neatly: "You are not allowed to write, I don't like you anymore."

Rong Yue looked at her with a strange look.

Ai Mengmeng's expression is even more fierce, holding his notebook: "In the future, if you want to write this, you must get my permission."

Rong Yue laughed a little, and there was a smile in his eyes: "Are you so domineering?"

"Domineering is domineering." Ai Mengmeng snorted softly.

The smile in Rong Yue's eyes deepened, as if he didn't care about the same.

Then he swept into his arms with people and things.

Then, he sighed in a low voice: "Mengmeng, I will be well and stay with you until you grow old."

She lay on his shoulders, her notebook just touching her heart, it hurt a bit, but her heart hurts even more.

Rong Yue said this to comfort her!