High-priced new wife: mistakenly committed dangerous love madness

It caused her to think wildly all day long, and once thought that everything he said and did before was deceiving herself.

He even once suspected that the four years between Mo Xiyan and him were the ones that held the most weight in his heart...

"An Ning, that's how it happened. I confess everything. Can you forgive me now?" Rong Yan held her chin with a smile on his thin lips, forcing her to look at him.

Those clear eyes reflected her appearance at this moment, as if she only had herself in her eyes. That feeling was an indescribable satisfaction.

Luo Anning didn't speak, just looked at him quietly, why didn't he say it when he didn't want to, and she had to forgive him if he wanted to?

She won't!

Time passed slowly, and the smile on Rong Shao's lips gradually ceased to hold. He raised her jaw and looked around, "An Ning, say something, don't keep talking. I'll give you all the explanations you want, now Are you still angry?"

Luo Anning turned away his face lightly, and he pulled it back the next second, his handsome face was very close, his dark pupils looked straight into her heart: "An Ning... An Ning, are you still angry, eh? Come on, tell me you forgive me."

Ignoring his coaxing, Luo Anning patted his hand away, stood up lightly, looked down at him who was still lying on the ground, and said: "It seems that you are fine, I will go first, mom will come to take care of you."

Seeing that she was really about to leave, Young Master Rong gritted his teeth secretly, stood up and grabbed her wrist, his eyes were deep and his breath was quick: "Is it really so hard to forgive? Didn't I tell you all the explanations I need?"

"I don't see respect in your eyes." The voice was cold and cold.

Rong Yan let go of her hand, took a few steps back in a panic, and suddenly laughed softly, with a deep and deep laugh, with a hint of self-mockery, "I see."

What does he know?

Luo Anning frowned, before she could figure out the meaning of his words, Rong Yan raised his voice and shouted to the door: "Xu Zhiyuan, come in!"

Soon, the door of the ward was pushed open, and Xu Zhiyuan walked in quickly, nodding his head, "Young Master Rong, what's your order?"

"Let the lawyer come here immediately, I want to make a will!" The voice was low and loud.

These words were like a thunderclap on the ground, making Xu Zhiyuan and Luo Anning bewildered.

Xu Zhiyuan pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and asked seriously: "Young Master Rong, are you sure you want to make a will? Are you kidding me?"

Luo Anning also looked at Rong Yan in shock, wondering what kind of medicine he was selling in his gourd.

Making a will, is he crazy?

He is not terminally ill, and he is so healthy that he can still cause harm for decades. Now that he is making a will, what the hell is he doing!

Rong Yan's phoenix eyes narrowed dangerously, and the dark pupils shone with a sharp light, "Do you think I am joking? What are you doing in a daze, hurry up!"

With a scolding, Xu Zhiyuan didn't dare to ask any more, hurriedly took out his mobile phone, called Xu Mengjie, and asked her to come over as quickly as possible.

When Xu Mengjie, chief lawyer of Baina International, arrived, the atmosphere in the ward was freezing and oppressive.

She glanced at her brother and asked what was going on with her eyes.

Xu Zhiyuan clenched his fist and cleared his cough, and kept looking at Young Master Rong, motioning for her to ask Young Master Rong.

Xu Mengjie picked up the briefcase in her hand and asked in a businesslike manner.