CEO, Let's Get Married

After listening to her words, ITO sighed for a long time, "Misha, why do I feel that you have been farther and farther away from us?"

Misha's eyes trembled slightly and her hand holding the mobile phone was also tightening silently. "No matter where I am, I haven't forgotten who I am, and I can't forget your friends. Except mien, I have no relatives. You are my relatives. How can I leave my relatives?"

"... leave it to me. I'll convince visa."

Misha was delighted, "ITO, thanks!"

"You'd better remember that I didn't help him. The boy's life and death has nothing to do with me. I don't care!"

Hang up the phone, Misha's mood is not so boring at last. Yu Yi came to Yu Yi's room and returned his cell phone. Yu Yi immediately asked, "sister Sha, you don't have a cell phone?"

Misha waved her hand. "I fell."

"...." Yu Yimo.

It's really like sister Sha's style.

He then said politely, "how about the small one? Long, short, round and flat, pick it with sister Sha!"

Misha looked at him with smiling eyes, "it's very good!"

"That's, filial piety to sister Sha, that's right!"

"Well, I'll give you this opportunity to make positive progress! Tomorrow morning, we'll buy a mobile phone."

Yu Yi readily promised, "OK!"

At this time, there was a faint cry in the living room. Although they had tried their best to suppress it, they still cried sadly and intermittently, which made people depressed.

Yu Yi frowned and sighed, "the matter between Miss una and the young master is really troublesome!"

Misha also hardened her face and didn't like the woman at all.

I left when I left. Why did I come back?

Since I didn't think well and didn't have the courage to love, I should go far away!

And that Anrong, don't you know you're angry? I'm still making excuses for her!

Misha thought more and more angry, Teng stood up, "I'll go and see if she has any face to cry here!"

Seeing that the posture was wrong, Yu Yi fought a cold war and didn't dare to say more. He shrunk his neck and followed Misha. They came to the living room together. Sure enough, una was crying sadly. An Rong was right across the street. The eyebrows were always close together. There was a complex and tangled scene.

Una was just repeating a sentence. Misha couldn't understand. She asked Yu Yi. He translated. She was saying "I don't want to...". Misha was even more angry!

After a few steps, she squeezed in front of an Rong, separated una, put her arms around her, and swept her indifferent eyes over the woman wearing a black headscarf. I don't know what you want to do, but you should understand that we are engaged. So please put away those little emotions and shed tears elsewhere. Don't let the big guys look upset here

Anrong looked slightly surprised and looked at the woman in front of him, like a hedgehog with hard thorns all over his body.

Una didn't expect Misha to appear suddenly. She was stunned at first. Then she looked over Misha and looked at Anrong, "Anrong... Are you really engaged?"

Anrong stared at her. "Why are you coming back?"

He asked calmly. Una's shoulder twitched, lowered her head, and slowly took off the veil on her face

Until then, Misha looked at her carefully and felt a slight shock in her heart.

It can be seen that una is a very beautiful woman with slender willow eyebrows, smart eyes, straight nose and sexy lips. People will be amazed at the beauty at first sight.

However, on her left cheek, there was an obvious scar, which seemed to be ironed out with a soldering iron. Such an ugly scar completely destroys her beauty. No wonder she wears a veil and doesn't dare to see people. It turns out

An Rong was also shocked.

He stared at her, crossed Misha, went straight to her, raised his hand rigidly, and slowly stroked her face, "what's going on?"

Una cried, closed her eyes, felt the temperature of his palm, clenched her skirt with both hands, trembled and said, "it's master Raffi..."

An Rong's hand stiffened.

Yu Yi was also shocked on the spot. He looked at una and the young master with a worried look on his face.

Although Misha couldn't understand what she was saying, she could vaguely understand the word "Raffi". She secretly guessed that this matter may have something to do with Anrong's father.

Una opened her eyes. "Anrong, I don't want to see you like this... So, sorry, I left."

Anrong bit his teeth and said nothing, but held her in his arms.

Una cried even more, "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to abandon you, no... never..."

"... I see."

Una put her hands around his waist for fear that he would disappear.

Anrong's eyes narrowed tightly. Behind his pity, there was a deep resentment.

Misha looked at the two people's reaction. No matter how stupid she was, she could see that they had cleared their grievances. She frowned, turned and walked back to the room. Since an Rong has forgiven una, what else does she join in?

Cut, feelings such a thing, is like people drinking water, cold and warm.

But the guy in Anrong obviously looked so smart. How could he easily forgive the woman? Isn't it enough that he was hurt once?

Misha fell on the bed irritably, and her chest seemed to be flustered by something.

On second thought, it had nothing to do with her. What kind of heart did she fuck?

She got up and was ready to bake some biscuits for herself. When people were anxious, sweets had a super soothing ability. Misha was proficient in eating and believed in it.

Entering the kitchen, she washed her hands and began to make cookies.

At this time, una came in, the veil on her face was removed, and her long hair blocked her left cheek. When she saw her, she greeted Misha politely and said in stiff Chinese, "I'm sorry about what happened just now. I didn't know you were engaged to an rongfalse. I'm sorry, I misunderstood you."

Misha listened and couldn't help frowning.

Fake engagement

Why does it sound so harsh?

But they were sincere, and Misha didn't have to be angry for her little affectation.

Her hands kept moving and smiled faintly, "nothing. Anyone who sees such a scene will misunderstand."

Una approached her, her big black eyes coagulated her for a moment, and Shuer said, "you are very beautiful."

Misha raised her eyebrows and blinked her amorous eyes. "Thank you, you're very..." when her eyes fell on the scar on her face, she suddenly realized that she had said something wrong and immediately smiled, "do you like cookies? I'm making them. Do you want to join me?"