High-priced new wife: mistakenly committed dangerous love madness

Mo Qiange didn't say anything, the corners of his lips were pursed tightly, and he punched the steering wheel so hard that May Bach almost hit the side guardrail.

Luo Anning didn't know why he was angry, seeing his bad face, she didn't dare to speak.

Dim yellow street lights came in from the car window, and the light and shadow passed over his face, adding a bit of confusion for no reason.

Mo Qiange didn't speak, and Luo Anning didn't know how to speak, so he remained silent for a while.

The car drove to the gate of Haoting mansion and stopped smoothly.

Mo Qiange's lips were still tightly pressed, Luo Anning looked at him with some anxiety, hesitated for a moment before reaching out to push him: "Qiange, what's wrong with you?"

"I'm angry!" He slapped her hand away, answering a little hastily.

Like an awkward child, he is afraid that others will not know that he is angry.

Luo Anning let out a chuckle, "I know you are angry, but why are you angry, can you tell me? Maybe I can help you solve problems or something."

"Who am I angry for? You are heartless." Mo Qiange flicked her forehead with his finger.

Luo Anning exaggeratedly covered her forehead, screaming for pain, Mo Qiange leaned back in her chair playfully, and exposed her trick: "Don't pretend, I still have a sense of proportion."

After chatting for a few words, Luo Anning unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car, and Mo Qiange got out of the car too, and the two stood still in front of the car.

Luo Anning looked at him and said, "It's getting late, you should go back and drive carefully."

Mo Qiange nodded, and suddenly stepped forward to hug her, Luo Anning was startled, hesitated for a while, then raised his hand and patted him on the back: "Qiange, what's wrong with you?"

"An Ning, don't let yourself be wronged at any time, you know?" His voice was dull after suppressing anger.

Luo Anning was a little taken aback, then nodded, and Mo Qiange hugged her for a while before letting go.

"Go back, I'm leaving." He turned around handsomely and got into the car.

Luo Anning waved his hand: "Drive carefully, goodbye."

She kept looking at Mo Qiange's May Ba He until the car disappeared from sight, and she still couldn't recover for a long time.

He is really strange tonight. I have known him for so many years, and it is not uncommon for him to be angry, big or small.

But tonight gave her a very different feeling.

But what is the difference, Luo Anning can't figure it out...

"Everyone is gone, why don't you still watch? If you're so reluctant, you might as well go after him." A deep male voice brought her back to her thoughts.

Rong Yan stood in front of her with his head slightly lowered, his slightly long bangs covered his handsome brows, and there was no glint of light in his long and narrow phoenix eyes.

She could see that it was mocking.

Ignoring his words, Luo Anning asked casually: "Are you finished talking? It's a bit beyond my expectation, I thought it was going to be a candlelit night talk."

Rong Yan looked at her, narrowing her phoenix eyes slightly: "Xi Yan needs to rest, you shouldn't let so many people making noise in the ward."

"So?" Luo Anning asked blankly, "Are you blaming me for not taking good care of her, and affecting her rest?"

Rong Yan took out a cigarette, the lighter squeaked, the flame jumped and then went out, and it didn't ignite after several times of lighting.

Anxiously, he threw the lighter far away, making a ding-dong sound.

Xu Zhiyuan stepped forward and took out his own lighter to light the cigarette for him.

As soon as the cigarette was lit, Rong Yan took a deep breath, and exhaled a long white mist from his coral red lips.