So, she calmly said to break up and let him let go.

………………

During the days when Luo Anning was hospitalized, Mo Qiange and Lu Momo took turns taking care of her in the ward. Tang Chao flew back to China the next day, and Young Master Rong stayed behind.

Before Du Xiaoran could wait for Luo Anning to be discharged from the hospital, he was invited back by the people who stopped him.

Mo Qiange has an apartment in London. In his spare time, he would ask his servants to cook some nourishing soup, and then send Luo Anning to the hospital.

Every time Young Master Rong sees him treating Luo Anning so meticulously, he feels very upset. Why does his wife want him to be taken care of by an outsider?

"An Ning, this is the soup you just made, drink it while it's hot." Mo Qiange took out the soup from the insulated box and put it in a small bowl, picked up the spoon and fed it to her.

Luo Anning smelled the mellow aroma of the soup, and couldn't help praising: "It smells so good."

"Of course, Mrs. Zhang is a servant Qian Ge specially recruited from China. It is said that she was a nutritionist before." Lu Momo interrupted proudly.

Luo Anning smiled, and opened his mouth to drink the soup that Mo Qiange fed, when Rong Shao beside him curled up the corners of his lips evilly, and smiled so much that he didn't want to be beaten: "Is it delicious? Let me taste it."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for everyone to react, he reached out and snatched the bowl from Singer Mo Qian, and his thin coral red lips gurgled down the rim of the bowl.

"Rong Yan, you—!" Looking at his shameless and shameless appearance, Luo Anning really wanted to slap him to death.

Can he be more shameless? She is a patient, a patient! !

No matter how hungry or thirsty he is, is it necessary to grab a patient's soup to drink? ! !

Is it necessary!

"I know my name sounds nice, but if you call it a little softer, I think I'll like it better." Rong Shao said shamelessly, reached out to fish the insulated box, poured out all the soup inside, and tilted his neck, Drink it all up!

"What does Rong Shao mean? This is the soup I prepared for An Ning. Why did Rong Shao drink it up?" Mo Qiange was so angry that he gritted his teeth. Hesitantly bit Rong Shao's neck out a bloody hole.

"That's right, that's right." Lu silently hid behind Mo Qiange and echoed, meeting Rong Shao's sharp gaze, and retracting his head like an ostrich.

Young Master Rong is the scariest thing...

Young Master Rong curled his lips into a smile, and his phoenix eyes glanced around, finally staying on Luo Anning's face, "What did Boss Mo say, Luo Anning is my wife, and what's hers is mine, and it's okay to drink this little soup." What. Mr. Mo is really rare and strange."

"Rong Yan, are you still shameless? You are still proud of grabbing something from a patient, right?" Luo Anning gave him a hard gouged look, really wanting to know how his young master Rong's brain is structured, Only then can he be so shameless.

What is hers is his, so why not say that what is his is also hers?

Wife and wife called, as if they were very familiar, at best, it was just a cannon that had slept a few times. Are you friendly? !

Young Master Rong slammed the bowl on the bed cabinet angrily, "Luo Anning, for the sake of you being a patient, I won't care as much as you do."

After finishing speaking, he turned his head away from looking at her, obviously out of sight.

At this time, Xu Zhiyuan, who was ordered to buy chicken soup at the hotel, came back, and ran into the ward with an insulated box, panting heavily: "Rong, Young Master Rong, chicken, I bought chicken soup."

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