High-priced new wife: mistakenly committed dangerous love madness

Rong Shao glanced at Christine, turned to look at Jiang Peihua, and said in a low voice, "Mom, I'll explain to you later."

Then he looked at Christine, raised his handsome eyebrows, and stood up first: "Talk to me."

Christine picked up a handkerchief to wipe off the juice on her hands, and nestled lazily on the sofa, "We have nothing to talk about."

He refuses to talk to him.

Rong Shaojun's face darkened, and he suppressed and whispered: "If you haven't talked about it, how do you know that there is nothing to talk about, or are you afraid?"

"Who are you afraid of? You?" Christine smiled, "I'm sorry, but you are not strong enough to scare me."

Seeing that the smell of gunpowder smoke was getting stronger and stronger, Jiang Peihua hurriedly smoothed things over and pulled Rong Shao to sit down, "Okay, what's the point of arguing? Shut up everyone, if you have the strength to bicker, why don't you just save your energy and wait?" Eat more later."

Christine didn't speak, and snorted out of his nose. Young Master Rong naturally didn't want to refute Jiang Peihua's face, so he gave him a cold look and didn't speak.

Luo Anning and Catherine quickly came out of the kitchen and called everyone into the restaurant for dinner.

After breakfast, it's not time to eat now, so Luo Anning simply made two bowls of tomato and egg noodles, fried a plate of green vegetables, and a plate of sweet and sour fish.

Jiang Peihua and Rong Shao ate noodles, Catherine served Christine a bowl of white rice, and the three of them ate in a strange atmosphere.

"Mom, how is it? Is the taste still good?"

Luo Anning looked at Jiang Peihua nervously, this was the first time she had served her mother-in-law, so she was a little nervous and looking forward to it.

Jiang Peihua ate a few mouthfuls, but before he could answer, Young Master Rong rushed to talk like honey, "It's delicious, even the chef's level is not as good as my wife's bowl of egg noodles with tomatoes!"

"You brat, your wife is the best in the world, no one else can match her." Jiang Peihua teased him amusedly.

Young Master Rong didn't know how to write the word modesty at all, he curled his lips into a smile, and said as a matter of course: "That is!"

Luo Anning patted him with a smile, telling him to eat quickly and stop talking, and then looked at Christine with a sense of loss on his face.

"Christine, isn't it delicious?" She picked up a pair of chopsticks and took a small piece of sweet and sour fish to taste.

Christine bent her lips and smiled lightly, and said in a neutral tone, "It's still the same taste."

No one thought about the meaning of his words, because they were interrupted by the ringing of the mobile phone.

The call is from Tang Chao, looking for Young Master Rong.

Rong Shao glanced at Luo Anning, picked up the phone, but didn't hear what the other party said, only saw him answer twice with a solemn expression, and hung up the phone.

Rong Yan looked at Luo Anning and Jiang Peihua with serious expressions, "Anning, Mom, I have something urgent to deal with, so I'm leaving first."

After finishing speaking, he lowered his head and took a few mouthfuls, hurriedly wiped the corner of his lower lip, stepped forward to give An Ning a hug, turned around and left.

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Tangmen.

"Young Master Rong, you are here, Tang Shaoli Hall is waiting for you."

The Linkeng convoy drove into the majestic Tangmen headquarters, and Ma Zai immediately led him into the inner hall.

Tang Chao sat in the first seat, sipping a cup of tea, seeing him walk in, put down the cup and stood up: "Here you come? Come with me."

Young Master Rong followed him through the corridor with nine bends and eighteen bends, and entered the basement where the horse boys and enemies who made mistakes were specially held.

"What's going on?" Coming in a hurry, Rong Yan tugged on his tie irritably, with a hint of anger in his tone.