High-priced new wife: mistakenly committed dangerous love madness

With her poor quality of wine, getting drunk is sure to cause accidents!

"This is a good show." Tang Chao looked at Luo Anning gloatingly, and whistled loudly in a good mood.

"Young Master Rong, Young Master Rong is drunk, so..." The man couldn't help explaining when he saw Rong Yan approaching angrily.

Young Master Rong didn't give him a look, he just pulled his hand away, grabbed Luo Anning and pulled it down, Mo Qiange exclaimed: "An Ning!"

Luo Anning fell heavily to the ground, and there was a muffled sound. Immediately, a dozen or so people in the corridor watched this scene in awe.

Luo Anning was suffering from pain, and gradually regained her sanity. Seeing Rong Yan condescendingly looking at her angrily, and seeing that she was lying on the ground, she turned her head, and she got up.

He yelled at Rong Yan, "Rong Yan, did you take the wrong medicine?!"

The spine hit the ground straight, and it still hurts hotly, she couldn't swallow this anger no matter what.

"Luo Anning, tell me the fuck again?" Rong Yan was furious, his tall body approached her, and his eyes looked at her like ice.

"Crazy! I don't want to quarrel with you, get out of the way!" Luo Anning rubbed his still aching back, seeing so many people in the corridor, he didn't want to continue arguing with him, stretched out his hand to push him away, and was about to leave.

"What, now you know it's embarrassing? Wasn't it fun and enjoyable to cuddle with men in public without shame just now? Despicable woman!" Rong Yan sneered coldly, and said ruthlessly.

"Snapped--"

Luo Anning shook her numb hand, looked at the clear slap marks on Rong Yanjun's face, and said unwillingly to show weakness, "Rong Yan, you are shameless!"

With a dull pain on his face, Rong Yan looked at her lingeringly, as if he couldn't believe that this woman dared to hit him, and she was still under the watchful eyes of everyone.

His eyes suddenly turned cold, his handsome face was gloomy with a kind of darkness that was about to flood the building, his big palm clasped her neck, stepped forward and pressed her against the wall, Rong Yan said coldly: "Luo!" An Ning, you are courting death!"

The neck was pinched, and the air he breathed became less and less, Luo Anning opened his mouth slightly, and opened his fingers vigorously with both hands, Rong Yan's lips evoked a bloodthirsty smile, cold and resolute.

"Bastard...let me go...cough cough..." Luo Anning's face turned red and gradually turned purple.

Mo Qiange watched anxiously from the side, and stuffed Lu Momo into the arms of a man beside him, strode forward and clasped Rong Yan's wrist, his tone turned cold: "Let her go."

Rong Yan curled his lips, "What qualifications do you have to let me go?"

Mo Qiange's eyes darkened, "Just because I'm her friend, I don't want anyone to hurt her in front of me."

"Friend?" Rong Yan sneered, looked straight into his eyes, and said contemptuously, "Who would believe it?"

While the two were talking, Luo Anning had taken in less air and let out more air, and his body was limp and falling along the wall.

Mo Qiange was startled, no matter whether he would offend the man in front of him or not, he broke his wrist and pulled An Ning's fallen body into his arms.

"An Ning, how are you?" He asked anxiously.

"Cough cough cough...cough cough..." After a violent cough, Luo Anning finally recovered and took a deep breath.

After such a fuss, she also sobered up, looking at Rong Yan who was cold-blooded and ruthless like Satan in front of her, she smiled indifferently: "Qian Ge, I'm fine."