CEO, Let's Get Married

"Hehe... Cough..."

Anrong coughed a few times. Misha panicked and hurriedly stroked his chest, "do you want to drink some water?"

He shook his head again, "just let me have a rest..."

"Oh."

Misha didn't dare to move, so she put an Rong on her lap and looked at his white face, some trembling close eyelashes, straight nose and pale lips. She really wanted to know what disease he had.

However, through these days of contact, she can see that Anrong is a high spirited person, which has touched his privacy. So she endured and endured, or didn't ask.

Pillow on her legs, soft, breathing, full of faint fragrance on her body, not thick, but fresh and pleasant anyway.

He closed his eyes. "Aren't you going? Leave me alone."

"How can I rest assured of you?" Misha shook her head.

An Rong's face was a little moved. He slowly opened his eyes and looked at her.

Misha was stunned at first. Looking at him like this, she always felt a little uncomfortable, "what's the matter?"

"Nothing." he smiled hard and closed his eyes again, but this time, his eyes were bent into a soft slender arc, and the corners of his mouth were raised gently.

He turned over and his cheek was right on her smooth leg.

The sudden intimate contact made Misha stiff, and the temperature on her face soared.

Clearly told himself that he would be a disabled person, and all his actions were unintentional, but she just sat and stood uneasy. Look down at him, completely unconscious, occasionally move gently, and the cheek will inevitably rub her skin.

Misha was stiff again and her face burned worse.

If he wasn't very ill now, she would really think that this product was taking advantage of her!!

An Rong lay like this for a long time. He didn't open his eyes until he felt the faint twitching of his legs stop. The eyes were her beautiful legs. He narrowed his eyes, and a casual smile swept over his lips.

Turning his head and seeing Misha's swollen red face, he raised his eyebrows, "what's the matter? Is her face so red?"

"No!" Misha responded quickly and shook her head. "I don't blush! Don't talk nonsense!"

"Really?" an Rong suddenly looked up and directly explored her forehead. Misha was stunned. His palm was very ice and covered her forehead, forming a sharp contrast.

"Hello!" she was so embarrassed that she was about to burst out, but Anrong withdrew her hand. "Fortunately, there was no fever."

Shit, you have a fever!!

Misha kept complaining, but in the face of his serious face, she couldn't say it! I can only calm myself, pretend not to care and say, "are you better?"

"Well," he answered, got up and sat up.

Misha kept exhaling behind him. Only then did she find that she was so nervous just now!

An Rong stroked the table and slowly stood up. Although it seemed nothing on the surface, only he knew the slight trembling of his legs.

"Let me help you back to your room," Misha said.

Without refusing, he reached out and put his hand on her shoulder.

I didn't expect him to be so happy. Misha frowned and couldn't help saying that she didn't have a flood of compassion, but this guy saved her and treated him so well when he was ill!

He leaned against her and suddenly the pleasant fragrance came again. He narrowed his eyes slightly, unconsciously relaxed his body and handed over all his weight to her.

Misha helped him and struggled more and more, but she still supported him and left the study step by step.

Looking down and seeing the sweat oozing from the tip of her nose, he asked, "are you tired?"

"Not tired." she was still holding on, her face full of stubbornness.

Quietly looking at her, she is very slender. The hand on her shoulder can clearly feel her shoulder blade and clavicle, but in such a thin body, it seems that there is infinite explosive force, which makes people want to dig. How much energy will she have?

Misha's body has been very healthy since she was a child. Under the advice of mien, she has learned fencing and physical fitness projects. I've been learning fighting with warm recently. I'm still very strong. But Anrong is a man after all. When she picks him up, she still has some difficulty. She will be tired and sweating when she takes one step.

Out of the study, take a turn and it's his room. Misha put her arms around his waist with one hand and supported the other hand on the side wall. She said as she walked, "Hey, don't fall down. Hold on for a while, you'll be here soon!"

"Don't fall down," he said softly.

"Me? How could it be! You don't know how strong I am!" said Misha, panting. "When I was a child, I won the champion of fencing!"

"How old were you then?"

If Yu Yi hears the seemingly ordinary question, he will lose his chin again.

An Rong never cares about a stranger. Of course, in his cognition, Misha, who has only been in contact for a few days, will undoubtedly be classified as a stranger.

“11……”

Misha just felt that her strength was going to be consumed. She saw the door in front, but she couldn't hold it. She staggered at her feet and rushed towards the door

Seeing that he was about to hit it, he was wrapped around his waist by an arm and pulled back.

Due to inertia, she turned half a circle and directly crashed into an Rong's arms. She was surprised, looked up and almost hit his chin.

Anrong hugged her, as he imagined, very soft and fragrant.

At that moment, he was a little distracted.

After Misha came over slowly, she pushed him. "Hey, I'm fine."

Ann Rong regained her mind, looked at her and loosened her arms, "be careful."

Misha saw him standing there as if nothing had happened and closed her eyes. "Can you go?"

An Rong nodded reluctantly, "I try my best."

Listening to his lack of confidence, I knew that he had not fully recovered. Misha simply wanted a good man to do it to the end, walked over and supported him, "let's go."

Anrong looked at her, lifted the corners of his lips and put them on her shoulders, but this time he didn't put all his weight on her small body.

Help him to the room. Misha wants to help him to the bed, but she has no strength for a long time. As soon as her hand slips, Ann Rong will fall down on the bed. An Rong's eyes turned slightly. He wanted to hold her hand, but he took it back in mid air

They all fell on his big bed, and Anrong pressed Misha. She didn't even have the strength to push him away. He could only breathe and look at him.

Anrong raised his head and stared at her. His eyes changed.

Suddenly, he lowered his head and kissed her lips