CEO, Let's Get Married

When Misha woke up, mien was by the bed.

"An Rong!"

Misha's forehead was covered with cold sweat, her hands and feet were cold and trembling slightly. She first looked around and found herself in the room of Haitang Pavilion. Then she slowly looked at mien, narrowed her eyes, and asked, "where's Anrong? Where's Anrong?"

Mien lowered his eyes and whispered, "we didn't save him."

Misha stared at him, her eyes converged a little, like a cold blade, "did you let him stay with the commander?"

Mien didn't answer, as if speechless.

Misha took a deep breath, held back the tumbling at the bottom of her heart and said in a trembling voice, "his body... In fact, it's getting worse and worse. He may be tortured to death before he escapes. Do you know?"

Misha knew the situation of Anrong. If she didn't say it, she didn't want to face it. She had a mysterious illusion.

Mien tightened his eyebrows and looked at her. His eyes were tangled into a fog. "Since you know that his body is getting worse and worse, do you want to... Like him? Do you want to choose to be with him?"

He can allow Misha to like other men, but he won't watch her go to a fruitless relationship!

"Yes!" Misha admitted loudly and said without hesitation, "I don't care if he has a year, a month, or a day. All I know is that I'm in love with this fool!"

"Emotional?" mien smiled bitterly and shook his head. "Misha, how long have you known each other? It's so easy to say emotional?"

Misha looked directly at him and turned her head. "One glance can be a second or a lifetime."

Mien's expression trembled. "Just for this look, are you willing to put your feelings on a dying person?"

"Yes," Misha bravely greeted him. "Even if he dies tomorrow, I want him to know that there will be such a person in the world who cares about him! I also want him to believe that I Misha is not just talking!"

"Isn't it just talk? Ha!" mien laughed exaggerated, his eyes filled with anger and approached her. "What else do you want? Go to save him alone? Let the commander catch you as a hostage again to threaten us?"

Misha's eyebrows tightened, her chest fluctuated slightly, and her eyes were very sharp. "Don't worry, I won't involve any of you!" she said she was about to leave. She was grabbed by mien and roared in a low voice, "Damn, do you understand my heart?"

As soon as the words came out, he was stunned and Misha stagnated.

Mien slowly turned his head, and his hand holding her also loosened, his breathing became disordered, and his eyes struggled. Finally, he slowly calmed down, turned his head to look at her, and his voice was calm, "I let go once, but I was so helpless... I know very well that I am no longer qualified to say anything to you, so the only thing I pray for is that you can be happy. However, if your choice is Anrong, I can't be indifferent, can you understand? Can you understand... My heart?"

Understand his tangled heart and unwilling heart

Misha pursed her lips and lowered her eyes. She knew meen better than anyone. How could she not understand his mind?

Just

There is no if.

Misha's temperament is like this. She decides to give up after going to the end. That's giving up. She won't turn halfway. Therefore, since she decided to give up her complicated feelings with mien, even though her heart is full of holes, she is free. Even now the truth of her blood relationship with mien is revealed, it doesn't help.

She came forward, took the initiative to hold his hand, raised her eyes, stared at him, and whispered, "mien, don't bind yourself for too long."

With that, she turned around, pushed the door and went out.

Mien looked back, his brown eyes narrowed tightly, and only he could understand the struggle and reluctance.

Misha paused as she walked out of the door.

The wound hurt a little. She frowned and clenched her teeth.

"What's the matter?"

The cold voice behind her startled her.

Looking back, the sight of Weisa's Micro ice can be seen, but Misha, who is already familiar with him, knows that Weisa can take the initiative to ask, which proves that this is an extraordinary relationship.

"It's all right, but the wound hurts..." she replied.

Visa looked at her, turned around and said simply, "come to my room."

Misha was obedient, so she obediently watched him enter the room.

Facing visa, he has the ability to make everyone obey him. His natural aura is strong and oppressive.

"Take off your clothes." when visa said this, it was normal. Although he was a man, he was still a beautiful man, and there was no erotic element in his eyes.

Of course, Misha also knew that he wanted to check his injury. She was not hypocritical. She took off her clothes and wore only one underwear, but her cheeks were still red.

Visa came over, glanced at her wound, took out his special ointment from the medicine box, and wiped it evenly on the wound with his fingers. The action was natural.

"What kind of medicine is this?" Misha asked curiously.

He raised his eyes, "you can't die of poison."

"..." Misha was speechless.

Well, she shouldn't ask.

Strange to say, after applying the medicine, the wound didn't hurt so much, and it was a little chilly and comfortable.

Knowing that this is a good thing, Misha wished he could wipe more.

But visa took the medicine very carefully and refused to take more. It can be seen that this medicine is very precious.

After wiping, he asked her to put on her clothes and said carelessly, "you can rest assured that there will be no scars in the future."

When Misha listened, her eyes brightened, she grabbed him and asked, "visa, you must have a way to save Anrong, right?"

Visa looked down. She grabbed her hand at the corner of her clothes and knew that he was tricky. Misha quickly loosened it and smoothed him like a flatterer. "Visa, your medical skills are so high that there must be a way!"

Visa didn't beat around the Bush and said, "there's no way."

Misha was stunned, and then exclaimed in disbelief, "how is it possible?!"

Visa glanced at her. "I'm not a God."

Misha was worried, "but... But you can even save Xi Cen!"

You know, Xi Cen got a terminal disease! Even to the best cancer hospital in the United States, there is no way to cure it, but let visa cure it. It's not too much to say that he is God!

Visa Leng hummed, "there is still a possibility of cure for cancer, but amyotrophic lateral sclerosis is the real terminal disease, and there is no solution so far. I'm not a medical expert. Why can I cure him?"

"No, visa, are you kidding me? You can, can't you?"

Visa is Misha's only hope. She doesn't believe him anyway!

Visa said coldly, "believe it or not, it's up to you."

Having said what he wanted to say, he turned around and was about to leave. Misha Shuer stopped him, blinked his eyes, stared at him, and said in a deep voice, "visa, I beg you to save him. I believe you will have a way. Even if you don't have it now, you can do it as long as you want... Help me."

Visa gave her a deep look. Her beautiful face remained unchanged. "If I were you, I would make him feel better now."

When Misha came out of visa's room, the whole person seemed to have lost her soul.

She always thought that visa was the last hope. As a result

She was very sad, but she wanted to cry without tears.

Stunned, she went to the front of the stairs. She sat down, her head against the wall next to her, her eyes misty and helpless.

There was a slight sound of footsteps behind her, accompanied by a pleasant crash of silver. Then someone sat next to her.

Yangduo picked willow eyebrows, coagulated to the lost Misha, raised her red lips and smiled, "what's on your mind?"

Hearing her words, Misha didn't look back and murmured, "now, even the last hope is gone..."

Listening to her mindless words, yangduo blinked her eyes and approached her, "what hope?"

Misha sucked her nose, pushed back the tears in her eyes, turned around and smiled at her weakly, "nothing."

She stood up, adjusted her mood and was about to go downstairs, but yangduo stopped her, "Hey, are you looking for Cen Shao?"

Misha paused and nodded. "I'm going to save Anrong. Even if I can't save it, I don't want to leave again."

Yangduo smiled and said, "would you rather be locked up for him?"

"I know, it's silly to do so. If I were you, I would laugh," Misha said quietly. She felt a little unhappy, as if she were talking about other people's affairs.

Hearing what she said, yangduo didn't laugh, but looked at her again and nodded, "yes, kind!"

Misha was stunned, turned back and looked at her, "three sister-in-law..."

Yangduo smiled and hugged her affectionately. "To tell you the truth, I think that an Rong is good and sincere to you. The more I see him, the more pleasing I am to my eyes. It's a pity that such a good man can't find anywhere with a lantern, so he missed it. So I thought, why don't I help you and save him."

She said it lightly, not domineering.

Misha stared, stunned and blinked, "three sister-in-law, you..."

"Ha ha," said yangduo with a charming smile, "as long as you don't tell ah San."

Misha didn't expect that she would offer to help her save Anrong. For a moment, she didn't know what to do.

Yangduo pulled her to sit at the entrance of the stairs. "In the past, when I separated from ah San, all I thought about was him. I know the taste of missing someone. It's hard and I have to accept it." she looked at Misha and said, "that's why I want to help you."

Misha's eyes tightened, and gradually her expression changed, "third sister-in-law, thank you!"

"Hehe, thank you. It's a family. In short, it's up to me!"