CEO, Let's Get Married

An Rong looked gloomy, his eyes sharp and full of haze.

Misha saw determination in his eyes. She knew he was not kidding.

She opened her mouth, wanted to say something, swallowed again, but her eyes were even more red. He hung his head and trembled more. "I don't allow you to hurt him..."

An Rong raised his eyebrows and said, "are you talking to him?"

He rarely gets angry. Even when he sees una and Tulie together with his own eyes, he just accepts it calmly. He has never been so angry as now!

This feeling is terrible and makes people lose their mind.

Misha shook her head and nodded again. "I don't care about anyone except mien."

An Rong's eyes suddenly cooled down. Slowly, he released his hand and grabbed her. "This is what you want to tell me?"

Misha was silent and her mind was in a mess.

It turned out that it was so difficult to put it down

She can be natural and unrestrained in front of him, but she can't deceive herself and others.

A bad love

Usually accompanied by a curse, she is not afraid of words, but she is afraid of any curse that will come true on him.

Anrong took a deep breath. The fire at the bottom of his heart was burning badly. Even though he had strong self-control, he had to decide to calm down for a while.

He turned. "I'll wait for you in the car."

Who knows, he just walked a few steps and heard a faint sob behind him.

It was like being trapped. His steps stopped.

Misha squatted down again, holding her legs in her hands and crying low, "I don't know how things could be like this. When I began to want to understand the problem, I found... I found that I couldn't extricate myself."

An Rong's eyebrows are getting closer and tighter.

He turned slowly, and his eyes were occupied by tenderness again.

He sighed, shook his head and helped her up again. This time, he was surprisingly gentle.

Misha raised her tearful eyes and stared at him through the rain and fog. "I'm not promising, am I?"

He answered honestly. Then he raised his hand and wiped away the tears on her face. "However, I like worthless people."

Misha was stunned. Don't open her face. "Don't make fun of me."

An Rong raised her thin lips and locked her with persistent and strong eyes, "I thought I couldn't drag you into my life without a future. But now, I've changed my mind."

"You..." Misha ran away. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Anrong easily pulled her, faintly, he said, "from today on, your tears are only allowed to flow on the day I die."

Her body froze, her eyes filled with shock and loss.

Even the sadness just now is not as strong as the shock at the moment

She turned back and looked at him in amazement.

An Rong smiled and approached her. "Even if it's irresponsible, as long as I live one day, I won't give you to others." he raised his hand and slowly slid his fingers across her cheek. "It's not my selfishness, but you forced me to do so."

Misha's eyes were always staring wide. She didn't know how to react for a moment. She only knew that her heart beat very fast.

Delivering the promise of birth and death is what an extreme! She couldn't help but be shocked.

An Rong looked at her amazement in his eyes, smiled, recovered elegant and gentle, hugged her and stroked her back, "don't think too much, you won't worry about anything in the future."

Misha stayed in his arms for no reason and her heart beat faster.

Just then rose and mien came out of the exit.

Seeing the two people hugging together not far away, mien's eyes were deep and dim.

Rose covered her mouth in surprise. "Misha and he... Are really in love!"

I don't know whether shock is more than relief, or relief is more than relief. She smiled slowly, "it's really enviable to see them like that."

Turning to look at mien, he had already turned and walked towards the parking lot.

Rose pursed her lips, took another look at the two people over there, and took two steps to follow.

On the way back, mien just looked at the car silently, his face stretched and said nothing.

Rose looked at him, pondered and said, "mien, Misha can find someone she likes. You should be happy for her."

After a long time, he gave a faint "um" and had no intention to continue the topic.

Rose knows that some words must be said clearly now, otherwise, they will leave a pimple in their hearts. She summoned up her courage and said, "Misha will leave you sooner or later when she grows up. Whether you like it or not, you must accept this fact. Now, she looks very good and happy. As a brother, you should let go..."

Just then, the car suddenly stopped. Rose was caught off guard and leaned forward. Fortunately, she tied her seat belt.

Mien clenched the steering wheel, his deep eyebrows closed into a line, clenched his teeth and looked like a torch.

"Mien!" cried the rose, "what are you doing? Do you know it's dangerous?"

"Dangerous?" mien raised his lips and smiled fluently. "Yes, from the beginning, I knew it was dangerous, but I couldn't help it..."

Rose was stunned. She knew what he was talking about and understood more clearly who he was talking about.

Heart is very sour, faint pain.

She doesn't know how long she can bear it.

Anrong and Misha walked back. Misha sat in the co pilot, with her face facing out of the window, but refused to look back at the people next to her.

She didn't forget every word he just said, even the punctuation marks!

Over and over again.

The heart is more chaotic, such as hemp and fire, so that she can't analyze the reason.

An Rong turned his head and glanced. The corners of his lips were always cheerful. Whether she accepts it or not, he has officially declared sovereignty. Next, it's not something she can decide.

Thinking so, he was in a surprisingly good mood.

The silence was long enough. The more Misha was in a mess, the more relaxed he looked, which made her very angry.

Finally, she couldn't bear to turn her head and stare at him, "did you mean it?"

An Rong raised his eyebrows, "what's the solution?"

"You deliberately say those words, in fact, there is a purpose!" Misha insisted, as if she could unload her psychological burden.

An Rong smiled, controlling the steering wheel with one hand, freeing the other hand and rubbing her hair, "imagination is a good thing, but you can't be too confident."

Misha avoided him and said angrily, "otherwise, believe your nonsense?"

"There's nothing wrong with believing it." he looked at her with a pair of clear and distant eyes like a pool. "You're the only thing I've wanted to fight for for for so long."

Misha's heartbeat suddenly missed a beat.