Deng Chen was speechless after hearing what Ying Han said. He twitched the corners of his mouth and forced a smile, trying to change the subject. "Dinner is ready, let's eat first."

Ying Han also knew that she shouldn't push too hard, as she could feel that Deng Chen liked him too.

Is it because I can't move my arms? Is that why I don't have the courage?

Fool, Deng Chen, you fool, where is the decisiveness and agility you had when you were in the army? Where is the confidence?

Ying Han was so angry that he didn't have much appetite.

Both of them were silent at the dinner table.

Ying Han was angry. After dinner, he took out a notebook and wrote down the amount he had to pay back today, put his fingerprint on it, and then rudely...

Regardless of what Deng Chen was doing, he took his hand and pressed a fingerprint.

"Here's today's money. I'm leaving now."

After saying that, he picked up his bag and walked out the door in angrily.

As a result, as soon as he stepped out of the door, Deng Chen pulled him back without any warning.

Caught off guard, Ying Han lost her balance and crashed directly into Deng Chen's arms. The heavy breathing and warm air in her chest, accompanied by the smell of tobacco, hit her face, causing Ying Han to be stunned for a moment.

He had a faint aroma of tobacco on him, and his arm was still around her waist. She could still feel the warmth of his arm through her clothes.

Deng Chen didn't expect this scene to happen.

He coughed lightly and quickly let her go. "It's raining. I'll get you an umbrella."

"...good."

The sudden change in style made Ying Han happy.

Although he kept rejecting her in a firm tone, his actions were exactly the opposite of what he said.

"Be careful on the road, and don't come to my place anymore. I've been very busy lately and often not at home."