CEO, Let's Get Married

"Pa", it sounds very crisp.

Ann Rong's cheek was slightly sideways. Her palm print was very bright on her already too pale face.

Misha glared at him, clenched her hands into fists and would rush at any time.

An Rong turned back and stroked his sore cheek. "Are you bounty hunters so impulsive?"

"What else can you argue about if you let someone take me captive here?" Misha looked fierce and sneered, with a somewhat cold and threatening smell. "Don't think we'll be afraid of you. No matter what you want to play, my aunt will accompany you to the end!"

An Rong narrowed his eyes and smiled, "my father invited a group of killers. As long as it's your people, they won't let go." he turned around and walked to the door, "maybe you won't be so lucky next time."

Misha tightened her eyebrows and was stunned. She looked around and saw him go out. She bit her lip and immediately followed, "what do you mean? Just now... It wasn't you?"

An Rong's pace is very slow and elegant. He looks straight ahead without glancing at her for more than half a minute. His lips are filled with a soothing radian. The whole person feels very comfortable and elegant, and there is a distressing morbid beauty.

In short, he is a beautiful man.

"It doesn't matter whether it's right or not." he answered lightly, and the slap on his face was just in her direction, which seemed a little... Eye-catching.

Misha is mysterious. If he's not the one who caught her, is he here to... Save her?

Although this possibility is unlikely, even, she will subconsciously reject it, but what if it is true?

Then didn't she owe him another favor!!

Misha tangled her long hair and slowly followed him, "Hey! Why do you... Help me?"

Hearing how hard it was for her to admit and accept the fact, an Rong didn't look back and said in a low voice, "you're not a member of the hunter alliance, and," he paused slightly, "I don't like women's ideas."

Misha was stunned and looked at him again.

Being able to say such words is enough to prove that the man is not as bad as she imagined.

An Rong went out of the gate. Yu Yi waited there. When he saw him, he came out immediately and opened the door. But his eyes turned to Misha. Seeing that she was safe, he showed a knowing smile.

Rong Shao really came to save her!

"Give her her luggage." Anrong gave a faint command and got into the car.

"Oh." Yu Yi's voice was disappointed.

What? I just saved someone and didn't even say a word of kindness. It's too unreasonable to let the young lady leave.

Yu Yi took the luggage from the car, handed it to Misha and said, "Miss MI, we found it by the side of the road."

Misha's expression was a little complicated. Yu Yi looked back at the young master and whispered, "as soon as the young master heard that you were in danger, he came right away."

Misha was completely stunned and stared at the people sitting in the car as if she didn't know them.

In the car, an Rong heard Yu Yi's words and helplessly stroked his eyebrows, "Yu Yi, you really talk a lot."

Yu Yi said hello to Misha, and then hurried back, "young master, how can people know if you don't say it?"

An Rong was too lazy to take care of it and leaned back to his seat.

The car was about to start when the door next to it suddenly opened.

He was slightly surprised and looked back to see Misha put her luggage in first, while she sat next to him. In the face of stunned an Rong and Yu Yi, her expression was calm, "drive."

I blinked, looked at her, looked at the young master, and didn't know what to do for a moment.

Ann Rong looked at her suspiciously, "this is my car."

Misha turned back, smiled at him and nodded, "I know."

Afraid that she didn't understand what she meant, Anrong reiterated, "you're in my car."

"Oh, ha ha..." Misha waved. "Of course I know whose car I got on!"

Yu Yi listened and his eyes began to shine.

Has the young lady been moved by his young master? This is the rhythm of taking the initiative!

An Rong Qinglin's eyes swept her up and down, and he couldn't even beat around the Bush, "do you want to go back with me?"

Yu Yi almost collapsed.

Rong Shao, Rong Shao, childe an, childe an, can you save some face for other girls? There is no such straightforward question as "do you want to go back with me"... It will scare people away!!

Misha nodded, "that's right."

I stared at Misha in disbelief.

This is... Too strong!

"I'm homeless. I'll stay with you for one night first. By the way..." Misha squeezed her beautiful eyes at him. "Watch you."

She said her purpose without reservation, but it didn't disgust people. Instead, she attracted people like a cute girl with no intention. Even Yu Yi's previous vigilance against her was dissolved like a joke.

An Rong took back his sight, and his voice was obviously gentle. However, he felt cold and refused, "No."

"Why?"

"Why?"

Misha and Yu Yi spoke in unison, and then they both looked at each other. At that moment, the friendship of comrades in arms of the same class spontaneously arose.

An Rong glanced coldly at Yu Yi, who boldly chose to ignore

"Homeless, you can stay in a hotel. If you don't have money, I can lend you. But you can't go with me." an Rong's words can't be rejected.

Misha frowned with discontent. Yu Yi was also angry, but he didn't dare to say it out loud. He had to whisper, "excuse me, you're a little stingy ~"

An Rong glanced at him coldly. The indifference in his eyes was a sign of anger. Yu Yi had been with him for so long. Of course, he knew the young master's temper. He didn't dare to speak again for a time. He could only silently give Misha a a sympathetic look.

Misha lifted her lips and spilled a gorgeous and unparalleled smile, "young master an, don't you think it's not very gentlemanly?"

"No." Anrong didn't respond, but Yu Yi nodded desperately. Little eyes looked eagerly at the young master, as if to say "agree, your demeanor is really important"!

"Hey, do you have the heart to see me a weak woman living on the street at night?" Misha's eyes sometimes became sharp and stared at him tightly.

Vaguely, you can hear the trace of an Rong's sigh.

"Does it have anything to do with me?"

He refused clearly, and his intention to get rid of the relationship was also very clear. Misha began to get stronger, leaned over and faced him face to face, "I had an accident today, didn't your people do it? Did it have something to do with you? Now I'm traumatized and devastated physically and mentally, shouldn't you be responsible to the end?"