High-priced new wife: mistakenly committed dangerous love madness

Luo Anning lay down on the sofa, covered her eyes with one arm, and said in a disappointed tone: "I don't know. Marriage is not a child's play, and I want to manage it well, but..."

In her memory, her father was the kind of person who, no matter how big his business was outside, he could put down all his glory to accompany his wife and daughter when he returned home.

Dad would take his mother to play with her when he was off on weekends, even if it was just a walk in the park not far from home, Dad was satisfied.

And mother, in business affairs, is father's right-hand man, and at home, she is a gentle and virtuous hostess.

Not only helps her husband manage the company well, but also manages the family in an orderly manner.

She envied the indescribable but lingering tenderness between her parents.

Catherine seemed to see through her mind, picked up the coffee and took a sip, feeling the silky smoothness on the tip of her tongue, staring at the coffee table thoughtfully.

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"Young Master Tang, good morning! Young Master Rong is waiting for you in the president's office, please come in." The secretary smiled and gestured to Tang Chao.

Turning his eyes around the secretary's sweet face, Tang Chao whistled frivolously: "What a waste of money, what a pity that such a beautiful girl stands three meters away."

The secretary blushed from Tang Chao's praise, lowered her head and said, "Young Master Tang, I still have business to do, so I'll go down first." Then she fled shyly.

Tang Chao hooked his lips and walked in swaggeringly.

"I said, what's the matter with you summoning me in such a hurry." Sitting casually on the sofa, Tang Chao glanced at Rong Yan who was frowning at the desk.

"Xiyan's right hand is useless." Rong Shao said concisely.

The frivolous smile on Tang Chao's face suddenly subsided, "And then?"

Rong Yan rubbed the center of his brows irritably, and his tone couldn't hide the fatigue of the past few days: "You contact foreign experts, and she must be cured of her right hand. She is a doctor, and the right hand holding the scalpel is equivalent to her second life."

Tang Chao whispered: "Why am I looking for it? Is it related to me that her right hand is disabled?"

"Ah Chao!" Rong Yan called him with an emphatic tone.

Tang Dynasty conditioned reflex: "Here!"

Rong Yan sighed, got up from the desk, went to the wine cabinet and poured two glasses of whiskey, walked to the sofa and sat down, "Xi Yan was injured in order to save An Ning, her right hand is disabled, and I have it too." Responsibility. I should take care of her both emotionally and rationally, and the most important thing now is to heal her hand."

Handing the wine glass to him, he took a sip himself, the pungentness burned all the way down the esophagus, bringing a scorching heat.

Tang Chao took the whiskey and didn't rush to drink it, but played with it in his hands, "If I remember correctly, Mo Xiyan's teacher Zhou Zhong is a legend in the medical world. Why hire any more experts? With the teacher's great god standing there, all problems are still solved."

Rong Yan narrowed his long and narrow phoenix eyes slightly, then heaved a sigh of relief, rubbed his swollen brows, and punched Tang Chao on the shoulder: "It really saves you trouble!"

If he really cared about it, he would be chaotic. He wholeheartedly wanted to ask an expert to cure Mo Xiyan's hand, but he forgot that the teacher she went abroad with was a genius who had a rare reputation in the medical field for a century.

If Zhou Zhong knew that his favorite apprentice's right hand was crippled, he would rush back to perform the operation for his apprentice without his presence.