CEO, Let's Get Married

"It's all right, it's all right," Misha smiled and comforted in turn. "Miss una, just explain to Lord Luo. He will understand!"

"I......" una was speechless for a moment, and her cheeks swelled red unconsciously.

Seeing that Misha still wanted to go, Anrong bowed his face, "I don't agree, you can't go anywhere." although his tone was not urgent, light or heavy, no one could question his words.

What else did Misha want to say? Yu Yi took her and sat down. "Sister Sha, you can live here steadily! If you leave, our young master will be miserable!" this is obviously also said to una. Her eyebrows wrinkled, she bowed her head a little sad, and the scar on her face began to hurt faintly

Misha seemed a little embarrassed. "Then... I'll try my best to stay for a few more days?"

Yu Yi kept nodding, "that's natural!"

Misha smiled and looked at una. "What does una mean?"

Una smiled very stiff, her eyes flickered faintly, "Miss MI can live as long as she wants."

"Ha ha, that's settled." Misha raised her eyebrows and picked up chopsticks, "Yu Yi, mutton!"

"OK!" Yu Yi quickly poured a whole plate of mutton into the pot and stirred it, "MMM ~ it smells good!"

Una frowned, covered her nose, stood up, "I'm full." then she hurried out of the restaurant.

An Rong glanced at Misha, turned and followed her out.

Misha raised her eyebrows, ignored the two people and continued to eat her instant boiled mutton.

It's a great enjoyment to eat instant boiled mutton with the air conditioner on in summer!

"Oh, I forgot!" Yu Yi said suddenly, "Miss una never eats mutton."

"Why?" Misha picked up a piece and put it straight into her mouth. "She doesn't like such delicious food?"

Yu Yi also ate happily and said vaguely, "Miss una's father is a sheep herder on our side, but she never eats mutton. I'm also very strange."

Misha didn't bother to guess and ate with one or two others.

Una rushed into the bathroom and retched twice.

Just now my mind was dignified and I didn't pay attention to what I ate in my mouth. Now my stomach is tumbling and uncomfortable.

She hates the smell of mutton. She hates it very much.

When she was a child, she was laughed at by other children when herding sheep with her father. Since then, she has refused to eat mutton until now.

"Una," an Rong came over and handed her a glass of water, "is it better?"

Una took over, drank a few drinks, smiled unsightly, "much better." after a pause, she said, "just now, I'm really sorry. I don't know Miss Mi likes mutton so much..."

Ann Rong's eyebrows closed gently, "it's okay, she won't mind."

Una raised her eyes, "do you... Know her very well?"

An Rong didn't think much, so he nodded and smiled. "She's very simple. It's not difficult to understand her."

Looking at the natural smile when he mentioned another woman, una's heart was tightening. She turned her head to one side, and it happened that her injured face was facing him.

An Rong stood opposite her, her eyes fell on her injured left cheek, and she couldn't help a touch in her eyes.

She whispered, "why, I feel that you are so cold to me now. Is it because I left you?"

An Rong took back his eyes and was silent for a moment before he replied in a clear voice, "I asked too much at that time."

"No......" una turned around with a cry in her voice and put her hand around his waist. "I don't want you to see me like this. I'm afraid... I'm afraid you won't like me... So I ran away... I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. I didn't want to lose you to do such a stupid thing... Anrong, forgive me, okay?"

An Rong looked at her, sighed, raised his hand and stroked her trembling back, "I didn't hate you, not before, not now."

Una grabbed his shirt, "Anrong, let me stay with you. This time, I don't want to go anywhere... Just like before, let me accompany you wherever... I will go."

At that moment, an Rong's eyes became deep, and some emotion was quietly breeding.

Without waiting for his answer, una raised her head, "Anrong..."

She was nervous, "Anrong, I have no place to go. I have no other relatives except you. I......"

What else did she want to say, but Anrong pressed her lips with her belly, "stop talking, I know."

Una looked at him with determination. Anrong's eyes were very calm, and her face was still a gentle smile. "Stay, I won't leave you."

After receiving his promise, una's eyes became wet and nodded, "well, we... Are the same as before, nothing has changed..."

Anrong didn't speak, just smiled and hugged her in his arms, stroking the scar on her face

His father stayed.

Misha kicked Yu Yi to wash the dishes. She practiced warmth in the living room, taught her fighting skills and burned calories.

Hearing the footsteps approaching behind her, as soon as she picked up the tip of her eyebrows, she turned and punched. Her fist was "snapped" and firmly held.

Seeing an Rong's flattered face, she raised her sexy lips and put down her hand. "The reaction is good."

An Rong loosened the button on his wrist and untied the two on his chest. "Do you want to practice?"

"Just you?" Misha swept him up and down and proudly raised her chin. "Who's afraid of who!"

An Rong smiled calmly. The next second, he was close to Misha. At the same time, his fist was holding the wind and close to her face.

"Shit, you're serious!" Misha avoided some embarrassment. After all, in terms of strength, she was not an Rong's opponent at all. Moreover, he didn't mean to let her, so he used eight points in this punch.

Misha struggled to stand still, and her beautiful eyes stared, "then don't blame me for being rude!"

As soon as the voice fell, an Rong came forward again and whispered, "don't be distracted!"

Misha blocked him with one hand and clenched his fist on his chest with the other. An Rong avoided it only a few centimeters away. When Misha couldn't stop, he directly held her wrist, surrounded her, and controlled her in front of her chest.

Misha broke free several times and couldn't earn it. She was so angry that she shouted, "young master an, you are a villain!"

He curled his lips and smiled, then let her go, "come again if you are not convinced."

The tone of indifference has a certain sense of supremacy.

Misha looked at him and there was no denying that Anrong was a little handsome at that time.