CEO, Let's Get Married

Misha didn't care much about the rumor that she was "married" with Anrong. She knew that someone would solve it for them.

Anrong never mentioned it again after that, as if nothing had happened. Moreover, Misha found that he went out less and less, completely in the rhythm of otaku.

Because of the close relationship, Misha and he are no longer so divided. When they are often bored, they will break into his study, a whole wall of bookshelves and collect many books from all over the world. Looking at this posture, Misha will even doubt that he plans to camp here for many years, which is not a pleasant thing for all of you in Haitang Pavilion.

Misha came in stabbing. Anrong was reading on the recliner. When he saw her, he just raised his eyes. Misha took the coffee cup, went to the bookshelf, picked it up, took one, sat down on the sofa, put down the cup, held the book, opened a few pages, her eyes lit up, smiled, stared wide and stared carefully.

An Rong put down the book and glanced at her. She was quite helpless and said, "those forbidden books are not only used to commit adultery."

"Who says I'm flirting? I'm reading great literary works ~" Misha didn't even raise her eyes.

Ann Rong got up, walked over and took away the book in her hand. "This kind of book is not suitable for you."

Misha quit. "You're allowed to collect it. Why can't I see it?"

"I'm different." he went back to the bookshelf and put the book on the highest floor. In terms of height, he was much higher than Misha. He stretched his arm to put the book, even if she jumped up, he couldn't reach it.

"Ah, childe an, I'm also an older young woman who is going to be three years old. What books can't I read?" Misha was so depressed. She didn't even touch meat. She just had time to drink soup, so she was confiscated by him!

He turned back and looked at Misha with a smile, "your reading expression is too obscene."

"Me? Obscene?!" Misha heard someone describe her like this for the first time, so she had to stop him and make it clear, "where am I obscene? I call it advocating literature!"

An Rong raised her eyebrows, took out an economics book and stuffed it into her arms, "this one is suitable for you."

As soon as she saw the title of the book, Misha threw it aside and said, "I don't want it." she was so tired that she didn't want to touch this kind of thing again before taking care of the company for Lin Yueer!

An Rong didn't say anything, smiled and went back to sit down.

Misha was so bored that she followed him, picked up the pen on the table and played around. From time to time, she would hear the "pop" sound of the pen falling on the table.

An Rong closed his eyes and looked up at her. "If it's so boring, why don't you go back and have a look? I think they must be worried about you now."

Misha's eyes flashed slightly, passed a trace of avoidance, turned and leaned against the table, "I..."

What do you say?

Said she was afraid to see him when she went back?

Misha couldn't say it. She was never a hypocritical person, so this time, she chose this wayward way to escape.

Just

She really misses her companions, too.

An Rong looked at the loneliness on her face, closed the book, got up and came to her, put his hands on her shoulders, could not allow her to escape, stared at her and said, "such a happy face should not be covered by sad clouds."

Misha looked up at him and said with a smile, "please, childe an, such a literary and artistic way is really not suitable for you."

An Rong lifted up his lips and said faintly, "when you still have a chance to make up for it, you have to be desperate. Otherwise, when it is really irreparable, what you stay will only be regret. That is how many happiness you can't fill in the future."

Misha's heart throbbed. She thought of what Xiaoyue had said to her.

She only thought about her feelings, but did she ever think about mien's?

She bowed her head and turned her mind. Suddenly, she clenched her teeth, looked up and smiled at an Rong. Her smile was bright and moving, "I see!" turned around, and she ran out, "young master an, thank you!"

Looking at her back, an Rong smiled gently.

When I turned around and looked at the empty study, I suddenly felt that it seemed too quiet here

Suddenly, his legs softened and he knelt on the ground with a "plop". Fortunately, he reacted quickly and supported it with his hands, so as not to hit his head. Then, there was another burst of burning pain in the chest, and the breath began to become short, with the mouth open and the mouth gasping

"By the way, young master an, lend me your car..."

Misha, who had just opened the door, saw an Rong fall to the ground. She was surprised, dropped her bag and rushed over, "an Rong! What's the matter with you?"

Anrong's forehead kept oozing beads of sweat. With his mouth open, he couldn't breathe. There was a difficult sound of swallowing in his throat. The original pale face, swollen red, stretched out his hand and pointed to the desk, "that... There..."

"There's medicine, isn't there?!" Misha didn't dare to delay another second. She rushed to the drawer and opened it. She kept looking, "where is it? What's it like? Damn it, where's Yu Yi?"

Suddenly, she saw the respirator.

Misha immediately took it out, ran over and covered Anrong's nose, "suck it!"

Anrong held the respirator and breathed hard. Every time, he could see how hard he worked to live.

Finally, his breathing gradually stabilized, his face slowly faded and flushed, but the whole man fell into Misha's arms like a paralytic.

Misha's hanging heart also fell down. Holding him, she carefully took off the respirator, "how about going to the hospital?"

He shook his head hard, and then raised his eyes. Although he was a little confused, the depth in his eyes was obvious.

Staring at her, he said, "you can, always..."

Misha stared at him. "What do you think of me?"

He struggled to get up, but he had no strength all over his body. The muscles hurt badly, especially the muscles of his legs. It was like a cramp.

"Don't move!" Misha saw his painful frown and stopped him. She couldn't refuse, "don't want to go to the hospital, be good now!"

Anrong wanted to laugh, but he just moved the corners of his mouth and whispered, "you're fierce."

He's ferocious. He doesn't have the tenderness of a woman. He can't tell why, but he's very comfortable.

"Yes, yes, I'm so fierce, so are you afraid?" Misha knelt a little hard, just sat on the ground and put his head on his lap, which can make him feel better.

He chuckled, "those who are afraid don't understand appreciation."

Misha pursed her red lips and joked, "just like, don't you know how to appreciate those forbidden books?"