CEO, Let's Get Married

Misha raised her head in shock, and her beautiful eyes stared big and surprised.

Do you want to be so hot?

Even to save her, this excuse is too... Too fragrant!!

Yu Yi was so surprised that his chin was about to fall to the ground. Rong Shao... Broken?!

Break it, break it, it's really broken!!

He wanted to howl loudly, but he knew that this would be a special situation. It was important to save the life of his future young grandmother first!

Thinking of this, Yu Yi had to bear the heart of gossip, stood in the corner and closed his mouth.

Bi Xiaoran gently took back his sight. It was unclear whether he was exploring or questioning. In short, his eyes were colder than usual.

For a long time, he put away his gun, "Anrong, you let me down."

An Rong's eyes dropped. "I'm sorry, commander."

Despite this, the hand on her shoulder never loosened. Misha always felt that the hand on her shoulder became heavy and pressed her a little breathless.

Maybe... Both mien and ITO are right. She's really too willful, so she can implicate others again and again. Even if Anrong was not her friend, it was a fact that he saved her, and she could not deny it.

Bi Xiaoran played with the gun in his hand. His eyes were cold and sharp. He wanted to peep through people at a glance.

Slowly, he smiled again, "but it's a good thing."

Misha then took her attention away from Anrong and locked her eyes to him.

Didn't you want to kill her?

Now, what is the old fox thinking?

Damn it, I should have listened to Yu Yi's words, picked up my tail and hid in the room. I won't come out after being killed!

Bi Xiaoran said calmly, "it's said outside that the people of our mercenary corps are jealous of the hunter alliance and want to bully people before their wings are full. Now, I'll block their mouths!"

Misha's face changed and she wanted to speak. The hand on her shoulder suddenly exerted pressure.

She lifted her eyes, an Rong still had no change, and her eyes were light.

Bi Xiaoran's smile grew bigger and bigger. He got up, patted an Rong's shoulder, and smiled gently at Misha, "it's really good that you two can be together, very good!"

Misha really clenched her teeth to stabilize herself and not be too impulsive.

"Hehe, Anrong, you're right. Just stay here. You must treat her well."

An Rong nodded, "I know."

"In addition," he looked at Misha again, different from the stiff appearance just now, but like a loving elder telling her, "since they all decided to stay here with Anrong, they should clarify their position. Do you think I'm right?"

Misha wanted to talk, and the hand on her shoulder tightened again. She bit her lip and pressed her anger. Don't open her face and don't pay attention to him at all.

Bi Xiaoran was not angry. He said to an Rong, "I'm just coming to see you this time. I'm relieved to see that you're OK." after that, he held his hands and walked towards the elevator. When he walked into the door, he smiled, "the more surveillance here, the better it will be for us to spread out the news we want them to know."

An Rong understood, "I know what to do."

Bi Xiaoran smiled, "OK, you do things, I'm at ease."

Until the elevator door was closed, Anrong immediately took back his hand, turned his head and stared at Misha with slightly sullen eyes, "why don't you listen to me?"

"You still blame me?" Misha shouted at him. "Who knows what commander you will come? Besides, I've decided to bear the consequences myself and don't bother you. What did you say? I'm your woman? Why blame me in turn!"

An Rong narrowed his eyes, in which two faint blue flames were running around, "it seems that I really saved the wrong person!"

"Yes, you saved the wrong!" Misha was also angry.

Anrong nodded, turned and left the living room, went to Misha's room, opened her door, and threw all her luggage, clothes and cosmetics on the table to the door.

Misha didn't expect that he had such a violent side. She was so angry that she stood there, pinched her waist with one hand and pointed to him, "Anrong! You're not a man!!"

Ann Rong turned back and sneered, learning from her previous tone, "yes, I'm not."

"You... You..."

"Yu Yi! What are you doing there? Throw out all this rubbish!" an Rong said and was about to leave, with a clear and fierce spirit.

Yu Yi looked left and right. He couldn't understand why he suddenly quarreled? His young master is also strange. From yesterday to now, he has lost his temper more than before.

Although the young master's life can't be violated, men naturally sympathize with the weak. Seeing the young master's anger, he subconsciously spoke for Misha, "forgive me... Sister Sha, she didn't mean to..."

An Rong turned his head and looked at him coldly. "By the way, tidy up your things, follow her and go to the bounty hunter. I don't need you here."

"Ah!!" Yu Yi was so frightened that he rushed to hold the young master's thigh, "young master, don't drive me away... People are wrong, they really know they are wrong..."

"Then go and throw away the garbage!"

"Oh, oh..."

Yu Yi hurriedly picked up Misha's things, didn't dare to look at her again, turned and ran away.

Misha stood there, trembling with anger, pointed to an Rong's nose and said, "do you have a brain? You're driving me away now, which is tantamount to admitting that you lied to the old guy! He won't let you go!"

An Rong turned coldly, "that's my business."

"You..." Misha was really angry at his lack of oil and salt. She bent down, picked up a lipstick on the ground and threw it at him.

Suddenly, it hit him on the head.

An Rong stopped and stood stiff.

"Fool! Fool! Hunt!" after Misha yelled, she picked up her things and stuffed them into a bag. She turned around and left, cursing, "shit, I won't care about your life or death! It's better to be abused by the old guy! Do you think my aunt is willing to stay here? Bah! If I look back, I'm a puppy!"

She walked a few steps angrily. Suddenly, there was a "plop" behind her.

Misha stopped and said she wouldn't look back, but she couldn't hold her curiosity. She bit her teeth and quietly turned around. When she looked at the man kneeling on the ground, she was stunned, "Hey, you... What's the matter with you?"

Anrong knelt on the ground, stroking the wall with one hand and supporting the ground with the other, as if in pain.

Misha frowned suspiciously, "are you... Uncomfortable?"

An Rong took a deep breath, held on, and said calmly, "it has nothing to do with you."

“……”

holy crap

Misha is in a temper.