CEO, Let's Get Married

An Rong stood in place and shook his head helplessly, "I'm not interested in stray geese."

In other words, no matter how bad he is, he will not attack a woman who has just left the team.

Misha stared at him, didn't believe him at all, and sneered, "would you be such a gentleman? A man who even counts his brother is not a good thing!"

An Rong didn't rush to refute, but asked carelessly, "what about Gu Xi Cen?"

Misha stared and subconsciously maintained, "how can our family's Xi Cen be the same? Gu Qichuan's bastard doesn't even want his daughter. Women will continue to follow him because they lack muscle and heart! But you want to get rid of Tu lie from the beginning and don't hesitate to calculate him. Why should you compare with our family's Xi Cen?"

Anrong didn't deny it, but smiled. His tired face was too white.

Without arguing with her, he went out, "you'd better not leave them."

Misha pinched her waist and said forcefully, "why, warning or threat?"

He paused and looked sideways, "... It's advice."

"Cut, I'm not afraid!" Misha said, but she muttered in her heart. Didn't this guy arrange someone nearby?

"Girl, here's your change."

At this time, her mother-in-law came with a pile of change. Misha was stunned and immediately waved her hand, "mother-in-law, don't change."

"No, no," the mother-in-law smiled and gave her the money. "Come back if you like."

Seeing that her mother-in-law insisted and Misha respected her, she accepted the money readily.

Looking back, he saw an Rong holding a tree, hanging his head and slightly twitching his shoulders. He could vaguely hear his suppressed cough.

Misha raised her eyebrows suspiciously and couldn't help walking over to see what happened.

She knew that Anrong was a sick child, but she didn't expect it to be so bad.

Feeling her approaching, Anrong took out his handkerchief and gently wiped the sweat on his forehead, "why don't you go?"

"Ha, this is your home? You don't care if I go! I come here whenever I like. How? How?!"

An Rong took a few deep breaths, looked back, and his face was bloodless. "As you said just now, I even dare to calculate my eldest brother. Then there's nothing I dare not do."

Hearing his warning, Misha's heart trembled.

She knew that he was not bluffing.

But Misha was an unyielding master. The more he warned, the more she resisted.

Just about to say something, I heard a shout behind me.

Anrong turned sideways and looked there, and Misha turned back.

A group of people surrounded the old woman's roadside stall, overturned the tables and chairs there from time to time, and kept shouting, "if you don't move away, you'll burn here!"

All the guests fled in fear. Only the old couple, surrounded by these people, were sad, angry and afraid. The old man hugged his wife tightly and his face flushed with anger. "We won't move!"

"Don't move?" someone stepped forward and kicked the chair in half. "Then dismantle your two old bones!"

"You... You..." the boss trembled his fingers at them and couldn't say a word.

From a distance, some people were watching, pointing out from time to time and scolding these people as bandits, but they didn't dare to come forward to help.

Misha was so angry that she didn't care about Anrong. She pulled away the people and rushed over in a few steps.

"Old man, are you moving or not?" the man raised his hand when he came up, and the boss quickly protected his wife.

Before the hand fell, it was opened by a stick. It hurt so much that he shouted, "ah!"

Misha threw away her stick and kicked the man again. "Get out!"

"You stinky woman!" several people nearby rushed over and wanted to help their companions vent their anger. Before they could get close to Misha, they were stopped.

"It's not what men should do to women and the elderly."

An Rong stood in front of Misha and the old couple and looked at them calmly.

Misha was stunned and looked up and down at him, a little surprised. In her impression, Anrong should be ferocious. How could she help them? Moreover, his small body is sick. He will be blown down by the wind at any time. He can't Parry a punch!

Looking at an Rong, those people warned, "mind our business, no good fruit!"

The mother-in-law was also worried, "Xiao Rong, go quickly and leave us alone."

An Rong smiled at her, "mother-in-law, it's okay."

"It's all right. You'll know if it's all right later." Misha smiled sarcastically, but she still helped the two old people sit next to him. Anyway, he's going to come out and have to be responsible for anything. Of course, it's best to hang up, so they'll save a big trouble!

Thinking so, Misha smiled happily.

But in the twinkling of an eye, she couldn't laugh anymore.

Anrong's skill was surprisingly good, and Misha was stunned.

Shit, is he real or fake? Where is it like suffering from injuries?!

In a few minutes, an Rong took care of these people and called them a fierce and ruthless man. If we hadn't taken care of it, we wouldn't have killed people here. It's a foregone conclusion that we don't keep alive.

Those people were badly beaten and lay on the ground. They didn't even have the strength to get up.

An Rong stood in the center, coughed a few times, took out his handkerchief, wiped the sweat off his forehead, threw away his handkerchief, turned and walked towards them.

Mother-in-law was completely frightened and was at a loss, "Xiao Rong... Are you okay... This... This..."

"Don't worry, mother-in-law. I'll take charge of this. I can guarantee that no one will disturb you again. Unless you like, no one dares to move your house." he said calmly, but the deterrent between words is to convince people.

Mother-in-law looked at those people, looked at him again, and nodded blankly.

An Rong immediately made a phone call. After a while, it was surrounded by a police car. Someone came over and said something to an Rong, then escorted those troublemakers back to the police station.

Until then, her mother-in-law believed Anrong's words. She held his hand with tears, "Xiaorong, thank you."

An Rong smiled, "grandma, you don't have to thank me. I don't want to eat your noodles here in the future."

Misha stood aside and looked at his sincere smile and couldn't help thinking. In fact, everyone is diverse. For different people, they have different faces, just like an Rong. In the eyes of her mother-in-law, she should be a kind man. Even Misha had to admit that Anrong was still a little handsome at this time.