CEO, Let's Get Married

Una hid in the corridor and looked at the two people fighting in the living room with obscure eyes.

In front of her, Anrong was always gentle and polite, like a modest gentleman. He didn't even speak loudly. However, now he can always see a trace of madness from him.

That's how a man feels about a woman.

Misha tried her best, but she couldn't get close to him. She was so angry that she complained. What could she do?

What can I do?

Suddenly, an Rong's leg softened and pressed down towards her

"Ah!"

Misha exclaimed, quickly realized what she wanted to do, and took back her palm halfway.

Fortunately, when an Rong fell down, he reacted quickly, directly hugged her waist, just turned over and turned her to himself, while he made a meat pad for her.

Hearing his muffled hum, Misha quickly got up, "Anrong, how are you?"

An Rong's face was very pale, sweat was seeping from his forehead and the tip of his nose, and he shook his head rigidly.

Misha quickly picked him up and sat down on the sofa and lifted his legs to the tea table. She knew that he might be in pain now, but her eyebrows wrinkled and she felt like she couldn't start.

Remembering that Yu Yi had been massaged, she pursed her lower lip, hesitated to reach out and gently pinched his calf.

An Rong was shocked and looked at her. There was a faint loss in her eyes.

"You... Don't do that. I'm fine."

Misha stared at him. "Will you fall down if you have nothing to do?"

Anrong wanted to stop her, but Misha strongly pressed him down and directly pressed his legs from calf to thigh, with serious eyebrows locked, and told from time to time, "if it hurts, tell me..."

An Rong turned his head and looked at her soft side face. A strand of hair dropped inadvertently. He didn't even think about it. He naturally stretched out his hand to touch it

Misha looked up at him. First she was a little stunned. Then her cheeks were red and her beautiful eyes narrowed. "Young master an, are you flirting with me?"

An Rong was stunned. He burst out laughing. He looked at her and asked, "is this a molestation?"

Misha's eyebrows twitched twice, and she said with a smile, "well, according to the childe, what kind of is it?"

Anrong didn't speak and pulled at her.

Misha was caught off guard and pulled into his chest, and her hands hit him in an instant.

An Rong stared at the face close at hand. As she said, it was not the most beautiful, but dazzling.

Gently, he stroked it with his fingers, smooth and delicate, like satin.

He looked at her eyes so clean, without a trace of impurities, like a pool like an abyss. Misha's staring eyes were absorbed by him, lying on his chest and staring for a moment.

He

That's strange.

No

It's strange about her.

When he smiled, he deliberately tightened her with one hand, and stroked her lips with the other hand, "this is called flirting."

Misha suddenly woke up, her cheeks red to white, vigorously pushed him away, quickly sat up, turned her back to him, and her chest fluctuated slightly.

Damn it, let this guy laugh!

An Rong sat up on the sofa, tilted his head to look at her, smiled, generously rolled over her shoulder, leaned over, stared at her increasingly red face and her trembling eyelashes from time to time, and whispered, "it's awkward... It proves that you're serious."

Misha's heart throbbed, her eyebrows pressed down, calmly pushed away his hand on her shoulder, turned back and stared coldly, "if this is a joke, it's not funny at all."

An Rong's dark eyes always looked at her, "you don't like it. Is it a joke?"

Misha frowns. What do you mean?

Looking into her puzzled eyes, he didn't say much and leaned against the back of the sofa. "Recently, it seems that he has no strength more and more."

When Misha heard this, she bit her lip and turned to look at him. "If childe an looks so weak, he will be laughed to death!"

An Rong raised one side of his lips, and the bewitching smile set off his white face, which could not be said.

"If you want to laugh, let them. If you don't laugh, you'll be fine."

Misha glanced. "Who says I don't laugh? If you don't recover, I'll laugh the loudest!"

An Rong leaned over curiously and supported his head with one hand. Qinglin's eyes condensed to her, "are you afraid I'll fall down?"

"Don't put gold on your face. I can't wait to carry your body back and tell the world that I killed Mr. an of the mercenary corps! At that time, I want to join the hunter alliance, and they won't stop me!"

An Rong was not angry, smiled and said, "so far, what I most agree with them is that I didn't let you join."

"Why?!" Misha became angry and glared at him. "You have to tell me today. What's my difference? Why don't you let me be a bounty hunter?"

Ann Rong's eyes unconsciously softened and patted her on the cheek, "you're too impatient, you're not calm when things happen, you're impulsive, you're easy to be emotional, and you're not cruel enough..."

Hearing him scold a lot of wrongs, Misha's face became worse and worse. Take away his hand and throw it aside unhappily.

Seeing her displeasure, an Rong smiled, "so, of course, rare creatures with so many shortcomings like you should be protected. Not only them... I will do the same."

Misha's heart clicked and raised her eyes.

Anrong had enough rest, stood up, and his physical strength almost recovered. He smiled at her calmly, "you react fast enough, but your strength is not enough."

Misha looked cold, immediately straightened her face and asked seriously, "how can I make up for it?"

He smiled. "Just eat more rice."

“……”

Misha glared at him and didn't want to say it. Why recommend such an idiot method?

Seeing that an Rong was leaving, Misha remembered what Yu Yi had said and immediately stopped him, "childe an..."

An Rong stood still, looked back at her, and raised his eyebrows as if he were asking.

Misha stepped forward and asked him cautiously, "won't you... Go to your father's trouble?" if it was his plan to destroy his own drug Kingdom, he couldn't make trouble at this time.

An Rong listened and narrowed his eyes, "what did Yu Yi tell you?"

Micha secretly Tucao, like a fox, what make complaints about Yu one?

She admitted generously, "I've said everything I should say. Don't blame him. I forced him to ask about it. It has nothing to do with the boy."

Seeing her so righteous, Anrong shook his head and smiled, "I know what to do."

"That's the best." Misha blinked her eyes and said calmly, "I'm afraid you're angry for the crown ~"

An Rong turned around with a smile, not without a big way, "I'm not what I used to be."

Now he knows what he should do and what he wants