CEO, Let's Get Married

Misha raised her eyebrows and walked slowly over. She saw that childe an of the grand mercenary Corps was actually having a midnight snack with a shovel. It really didn't match his image.

Simply, take it over and stir fry it skillfully.

An Rong stood aside and looked at her, with a faint smile in his mouth.

Misha tasted the taste, frowned and looked at him, "I finally know why Yu Yi hates eating."

An Rong blinked his eyes, "I think it's OK."

"Come on, young master an, if you're not picky about food, it doesn't mean people are like you! Don't you know that eating is the greatest pleasure in life? Even the only pleasure has been lost, how monotonous life should be?" Misha said, adding some spices one after another.

An Rong smiled, lowered his eyes and whispered, "with you, it won't be monotonous."

Misha pushed him as if she hadn't heard him. "Don't hinder me from playing. Wait outside."

He also cooperated and left the kitchen happily.

Until his footsteps disappeared, Misha turned her head slightly stunned, and the doubt in her eyes was even more

A plate of egg steamed rice with complete color, aroma and taste was brought to the table. An Rong's eyes lit up, lowered his head and smelled it, and said with a smile, "this should be the best I've ever eaten."

"You didn't eat it, how do you know?" Misha poured a glass of corn juice and put it in front of him.

"I knew it." an Rong raised his eyes. When he looked at her, his eyes flashed a little bright.

Misha picked up the corn juice, avoided his sight, turned around and took a sip, "then eat more."

"Yes."

When they had dinner, they were very quiet. Misha didn't eat much, but Anrong ate the whole plate, and finally looked at her plate. Misha quickly protected him and stared at him, "don't think about it!"

An Rong just wanted to say something, but she said to herself, "you are not in good health. You can't eat too much at night!"

He was stunned, and there were more palpitations at the bottom of his eyes

For a long time, lingering.

No one has mentioned anything about today. For Misha, since she has chosen to give up, what she has to do now is to forget it.

It was already early in the morning. Misha was not sleepy at all. She simply hid in the sofa in the living room and watched TV. She bored through all the channels. An Rong made tea and sat next to her. Misha wanted to pour a cup. He patted her hand off. "Don't you want to sleep again?"

Misha glanced. "I know it's refreshing. Why do you drink it?"

"I'm different." an Rong held the hot tea and lowered his eyes. His eyes twinkled slightly. Through a thin layer of water mist, they were as unreal as the illusion of hiding in the mountains and forests.

"Sleeping is sometimes a waste of time for me."

Misha stopped him. He said it so easily that he didn't take it to heart at all. However, to her, there was always some bitterness.

His illness

It's heavy.

Boring variety shows are playing on TV. She tries to watch them, but another face can always appear in her mind.

Someone... With the same eye color as her.

The TV continued, and Misha's eyebrows frowned a few times. Lengbuding looked up and found that Anrong fell asleep against the sofa.

Misha glanced sideways at him and whispered, "she said she couldn't sleep. As a result, she slept faster than anyone..."

She got up carefully, took a thin blanket, came over and gently covered him. Turn down the TV. She nests next to it and continues to tune the TV boring.

Ann Rong slept quietly, his head was slightly sideways, and his pale cheeks were still without a trace of blood.

Misha yawned and finally felt sleepy. Just about to get up, she accidentally met an Rong nearby. His body tilted and fell directly on her.

"Hello..." Misha was about to speak and immediately stopped talking.

She heard Yu Yi mention that Anrong's sleep was very bad. She was afraid to disturb him. It would be difficult to sleep tonight.

An Rong pressed on her, his head against her chest, and still slept heavily.

Misha wanted to move, but he was pressed to death. In addition, the sofa space was small and could not be tossed. She stared at him with annoyance and complained in her heart.

I really owe this guy!

Although the underground temperature is not high, Anrong's body is very warm. Misha tries to reach out to push him away. He doesn't move.

"Young master an?" Misha whispered to him. Seeing that he didn't respond, she wanted to get away.

An Rong's eyebrows tightened, like a shallow sigh of dissatisfaction. On his morbid tired face, there was a look of longing for sleep.

Misha saw in her eyes, tangled her teeth and finally gave up. She let him lie on her chest and sleep safely and comfortably

Xi Cen once had a serious illness. As his best friend with Xiao Yue, she knew it must be hard. Now, seeing an Rong, she will think of Xi Cen at that time. Even, compared with him, an Rong is more haggard.

Misha didn't move. She lay on her back on the sofa. She could obviously feel his burning breath on her chest. From time to time, she sprayed it on her sensitive fruit tip

Her heart throbbed and her cheeks turned unnaturally red.

Realizing what she was thinking, Micha could not help but make complaints about herself.

What kind of crooked mind did she have? People just fell asleep, okay!

In this way, she could no longer resist sleepiness and fell asleep in self entanglement and anti entanglement

Hearing the even breathing sound under her body, Anrong opened her eyes, which was her soft chest

His cheeks were very unnaturally red. He just half closed his eyes, but he didn't mean to avoid it. Misha slept soundly and even snored slightly.

He moved down, no longer pressed on her chest, affecting her breathing, but pillowed in her shoulder.

After thinking about it, he slowly reached out and held her hand.

Her fingers were slender, and when she was cutting vegetables, he noticed that the nail polish was coated with nail polish that protected her nails. Her palm was soft and felt very comfortable.

His fingers gently rubbed the palm of her hand. Slowly, his fingers passed through her and fastened with her fingers

The rustling sound from the TV continued.

The people in the sofa moved uneasily and turned over. Unexpectedly, they fell to the ground with a "plop".

“SHIT！”

Misha grabbed the coffee table with both hands and got up from the ground.

She rubbed her sore waist and saw a snowflake like TV screen. She raised her wrist blankly to see the time. It's already ten o'clock in the morning. I found myself sleeping so late!

Seeing the blanket wrapped around her, she looked around and had long lost the figure of Anrong.

Her arm is a little sour. I don't know if she was pressed by that guy!

Thinking of last night, he was so pressed on her and slept for so long, Misha felt something wrong all over her! Either it hurts here or it's uncomfortable there. She looks gloomy and wants to find Anrong and explain to her!