CEO, Let's Get Married

Bi Xiaoran smiled. "They sent someone to win over an Rong? But unfortunately, I won't give you this chance. I found him and saved him from the cold cellar. He owes me a life, you know? Even if I want to take it away now, he won't say 'no'

"Joke!" Misha stared at him with a cold smile. "He agreed to have a fart? Aunt, I haven't spoken yet!" she stepped forward, raised her chin, and her eyes were frighteningly cold, "He said he would give you a life. Have you asked me? Don't take the kindness at the beginning, but no one cried and begged you to save people! Knowing that he was in bad health, you still tried every means to calculate him, and you're not afraid of retribution?! listen, no one dares to take advantage of that fool with me!"

Bi Xiaoran had never been accused face-to-face like this. His face gradually became low, and his eyes burst out a trace of dark color.

He lifted up his lips, stood up, didn't even look at her, turned and walked out of the room.

Until he left, Misha's hostile eyes converged. Her narrowed eyes fell a little, and her hands trembled uncontrollably.

Slowly, it became a fist.

Damn it, Anrong, where are you? Where the hell are you?!

Bi Xiaoran left the room and said to garci at the door, "look at her. She is much more useful than Anrong now."

Garci nodded. "Yes, commander."

Bi Xiaoran left slowly, his eyebrows covered with a faint layer of anger.

Walking through a dark corridor, he came to another room and opened the door. An Rong was lying in bed, his skin was paler than a few days ago, and his cheeks were obviously concave.

Beside the bed, there is a wheelchair

Bi Xiaoran looked at it, closed his eyes and stood at the door silently.

"Hasn't he been awake?"

The guard at the door immediately replied, "yes, I haven't woken up."

Bi Xiaoran frowned and his lips pursed slightly.

His feelings towards Anrong are somewhat complicated. Although he thought he was a chess piece to break the Lafite kingdom from the beginning, over the years, Anrong has done his best to him. If he didn't forget the river, Bi Xiaoran really considered giving him the mercenary regiment he founded

Bi Xiaoran pondered for a moment, didn't go in, turned around and wanted to leave.

But at this time, the person who was originally lying in bed jumped up and rushed at a high speed. A pistol had been against his temple.

This change was so fast that even though Bi Xiaoran was not a weak scholar with no strength to bind chickens, he could not react in such a fast time. The mercenary guards on both sides were stunned, and then they all raised their guns at Anrong, "let go of the commander!"

An Rong gasped slightly, and his face became more pale. It can be seen that his explosive power just now took up almost all his physical strength. But his hand firmly held the gun, and the muzzle of the gun was close to bi Xiaoran, "step back."

His voice is very quiet and full of murders.

Bi Xiaoran glanced at him slightly, lowered his eyes, and fell on his legs. He raised his eyebrows, and a smile full of self mockery overflowed on his lips.

"As I said, you are the one I like. You are always surprised. Even I look away and relax my vigilance against you."

"It's not because the commander looked away, but you don't pay attention to me anymore." an Rong said calmly, a little confident.

Bi Xiaoran sneered, "so now, are you pointing a gun at me?"

An Rong didn't look back. His slightly cold eyes were staring at the front, "I know what I'm doing."

Bi Xiaoran snorted coldly, "then you should know that you can't get out."

An Rong weakly lifted up one lip corner. On his morbid tired face, there was a faint faint smile, "do you think I would be afraid of death?

An Rong tightened his arms, wrapped Bi Xiaoran's neck, covered himself with him and walked step by step. Although his steps were a little stiff, he was very firm.

More and more mercenaries came from the news and surrounded the passage. An Rong still remained unchanged, with a thin layer of ice on his face, ignoring the muzzle of the guns aimed at him, "take me to her," he said.

Bi Xiaoran frowned, "Anrong, if you put down the gun now, I can think that nothing has happened. I can do it if I can say it."

"Late." his voice, more and more ruthless.

Bi Xiaoran took a deep breath and clenched his teeth. "What are you holding back for so many years? Isn't it to destroy your father's drug kingdom? Only I can help you do it! Now, there is only one step away from success. Do you have to break our balance at this time?"

An Rong dragged him and walked towards him. The mercenaries on the opposite side stepped back and surrounded him layer by layer.

"Commander, I don't care how you use me." an Rong said faintly, "because I hate my father more than anyone. But..." he paused and his tone became cold. "I warned you not to touch her! You broke the balance first!"

"Just for a woman?" Bi Xiaoran's voice couldn't help raising. "Is it worth it for her?"

An Rong's eyes drooped slightly and swept him calmly. "Don't you let so many people take risks for a woman?"

Bi Xiaoran's face changed as if he had been guessed right. He became angry with shame. He swept both sides, and then stared at him, "Anrong, you will pay a price for your decision."

An Rong smiled, "I can't pay for it, but I can afford it."

No more, his finger pulled on the trigger and ordered the strong man to take him to Misha's room.

When he came to the door, he ordered, "open the door."

Bi Xiaoran's face was already iron green, and his voice was cold, "open the door."

When the door was opened and saw the scene outside, Misha was stunned, "an Rong..."

She thought she was wrong. She rubbed her eyes hard to make sure she was right. An Rong really robbed the commander as a hostage

Seeing Misha, an Rong smiled, still very atmospheric, "haven't you come out yet?"

Misha put away her surprise, walked rigidly towards him, approached him, and asked in a low voice, "Anrong, this is a hair? Are you going to launch a mutiny?"

If it's a mutiny

Will there be too many guns around them?

"I'll be enough to save you without mutiny." an Rong in front of her was very calm and calm without the slightest sense of tension.

Misha's heart was stifled. She looked up at him with a palpitation in her eyes.

Is he... To save her?

At this time, she found that he was much thinner, his face was as white as paper, and his body was weak enough to be blown down by the wind at any time.

"This is not the time to be crazy. After going out, I'll show you enough."

His casual words made Misha blush and hurt her heart.