She no longer needs such tenderness.

When she used to like him, as long as he was a little better to herself, she felt that she could still hold on.

But after experiencing so many things, Shirley's thoughts have been taken back from him. Although she can no longer accept other men, Shirley has no way to accept him.

She will never forget that this man gave him the most fatal blow when he loved him the most.

Now she still has scars on her wrists that hurt herself, and she can't forget them, nor can she convince herself to forget the hurts she used to, although she said something very ugly in the quarrel.

But those words seemed to be engraved in her heart and could never be erased.

That's it now.

This...is pretty good too.

After all, he was still the baby's father. No matter how unwilling she was, she could not erase all this.

Just as Shirley was thinking about this, the baby was tired of playing and fell asleep on the sofa there. She was afraid of waking up the baby, so she picked up the blanket and walked over and covered the baby's body.

When he turned his head again, he happened to meet Rong Jingyan walking out of the kitchen. For some reason, the shirt on his chest was wet.

When Shirley saw this scene, she frowned slightly, "What's wrong with you...?"

"No, I didn't pay attention to the speed of the water flow, and it was splashed all over." Rong Jingyan replied lightly, but he didn't care much. It didn't matter if he was a little wet. It would be fine if he went back later. He looked up at Shirley standing in front of him, "It's nothing, I'll go back first. The servant is not here today. Be careful yourself. The baby is very naughty. Thank you for your hard work."

"It's okay, don't worry, I'm used to it." Shirley answered softly, but her eyes looked at the clothes on his chest, which were much wet.

She remembered that there was a man's shirt in the house. It was her birthday gift for Rong Jingyan. She originally had to customize it, but after a lot of things happened, I forgot to give it to him.

Also, when I remembered it, Rong Jingyan’s birthday was over, so she didn’t send it out.

Now that he is already here, let's give it to him, anyway, I was going to give it to him!

"Your shirt is all wet. Wait until you go to the bedroom to take a shower and change your clothes. London has been foggy these days and it is very cold. You can catch a cold like this!" Shirley said, then walked towards the second floor, and Rong Jingyan followed behind her, and her originally warm eyebrows and eyes suddenly became a little cold.

Men's shirt?!

Shirley has never been a man's shirt?

Could it be that person?

They have reached this point?

Rong Jingyan wanted to ask, but she couldn't ask if she bought it for that man?

Until the bedroom, Shirley took out the shirt from the bottom floor of the wardrobe and handed it to Rong Jingyan, with a faint expression, "You should be able to wear it."

Rong Jingyan looked at the shirt in her hand, frowned slightly, and looked cold, "Is this what you bought for him? If so, then I don't want it. I'm not interested in other people's things!"

What is he proud of?

Give it to him?

Who is he in his mouth?

Could it be the senior?

Shirley was speechless for a moment. This man was really mentally ill, and the senior had nothing to do with her!
Chapter completed!