High-priced new wife: mistakenly committed dangerous love madness

Waves of pity spread to all limbs and bones, wishing to rub her into his arms and love her dearly.

And Young Master Rong did exactly that. He took her body into his arms with his long arms, covered her eyes with his palms, blocked her sight, and said in a low voice: "Don't cry, even if you want to cry, you have to cry." Hold on to me!"

He couldn't see a woman's tears the most, especially hers. The slightest mist on those beautiful eyes sparkled with water, and he immediately felt that he was not like himself.

"Who wants to cry, stop talking nonsense!" Luo Anning's head was pressed into his arms, and a muffled voice came.

"Whoever agrees is the one who says."

"Rong Yan, you bastard!"

"I know." Rong Shao smiled lightly.

Luo Anning raised her head from his arms, because of the disparity in height, she had to hold her head up to look at him. After thinking about it, she felt that she lacked confidence, and stepped back three times slowly. Only then did he meet him at eye level with satisfaction.

She pointed at him with her slender index finger confidently, and said, "Rong Yan, you are not ashamed but proud!"

"Look how cute you are!" Young Master Rong took two steps forward with his long legs, grabbed her in his arms like a chicken, and dragged her into the dining room.

When Aunt Li saw the two coming in, she rubbed her hands and looked anxiously at Young Master Rong, and then at Luo Anning, fearing that Young Master Rong would break Luo Anning's little neck in a fit of rage.

However, Shao Rong's phoenix eyes glanced at the food on the table that was too simple to be simple, except for a slight twitch of his eyebrows, there was no sign of anger.

"Luo Anning, is this how you complete the task for the dinner I asked you to cook?" Young Master Rong was at the head of the table, and glanced at the steak on the table.

"I don't have much appetite. Who told you to make me dinner? I don't want to eat it. Naturally, you have to follow my order." Luo Anning picked up the borscht from the small bowl and drank it in small sips.

Young Master Rong didn't say anything, he also picked up the soup to drink, and when Luo Anning put down the soup bowl to pick up the knife and fork to cut the steak, Young Master Rong pushed the steak in front of her and pushed it in front of her.

"Help me cut it."

Luo Anning put down the knife and fork, and glared angrily at Rong Shao, who had a reasonable face beside him, "Rong Yan, do you have a bit of a gentleman's demeanor, and if you want to cut it, you will cut it for me, right?"

"I didn't have such a thing as a gentleman's demeanor since I was a child. If I ask you to cut it, you can cut it. There's so much nonsense."

Yes, he is the boss!

Just cut it!

Luo Anning was frightened and had the idea of ​​beating him up, picked up a knife and fork and cut the steak fiercely as if venting hatred.

Finally, she pushed it in front of him and said in a vicious voice, "Cut it up, let's eat."

Young Master Rong curled his lips into a satisfied smile, raised his hand and patted her head as if rewarding her: "You're so good."

Be good, my sister, be good!

I was forced, okay?

In Luo Anning's heart, it was as if ten thousand muddy horses galloped past.

"The steak is old." Rong Shao took a bite and said with a frown.

Luo Anning: "..."

"It's okay to be old, it's not tasty."

Luo Anning clenched her fists, ren!

Pushing away the steak, Young Master Rong ate the vegetable salad, and his eyebrows frowned again: "There's too much salad dressing, it's spoiling the taste."

Luo Anning: "..."

If you dare to be so picky, let the head chef do it!

A dinner ended with the sound of Rong Shao's criticism.

It was already dark, as if the timing was right, the bodyguard outside the door came in to report after the two had finished their dinner.