"An Ning, you're still sick, can you stop making trouble?" Rong Yan took a few steps forward, trying to catch her.

Luo Anning looked at him defensively, as if if he dared to take a step forward again, she would not be polite.

The coldness in his eyes was so cold that it frightened him.

There was a dull pain in his head, and the surrounding scenery was shaking. Luo Anning pressed her forehead hard and said impatiently: "Rong Yan, to tell you the truth, the person I don't want to see the most right now is you. So, please do it in the near future.

Don’t appear in front of me, OK?!”

"But I want to see you!" Rong Yan said firmly, with a hint of suppressed anger.[

The nurses passing by saw the domineering atmosphere between the two and quickly moved away from them by pressing against the wall.

"Rong Yan, do you still remember what you said to me before you went to England?" she asked suddenly.

Rong Yan's throat slid slightly and his voice was low and hoarse: "Remember."

Luo Anning smiled, leaned his weight against the wall, and looked at him quietly: "Okay, I want to listen to your explanation now."

Rong Yan took out a cigarette dejectedly, lit it with a pop, and took a deep breath. His handsome eyebrows did not relax. He did not speak. Luo Anning also waited without urging.

Quietly, after smoking one cigarette, Rong Yan lit up a second one. Luo Anning lost his patience anymore, hummed disdainfully, straightened up and walked past him outside.

He stretched out his hand and grabbed her: "...don't go."

"Pa"

Luo Anning turned around and slapped him with a backhand.

The slap was crisp and powerful. Rong Yan's skin was already fair. Once the slap was applied, red marks appeared on his fingers.

Shock flashed in his eyes, followed by lust

Luo Anning did not get angry but smiled: "Why, am I the first person to slap you, Young Master Rong? Then, I am really honored."

After saying that, he lowered his face and said expressionlessly: "If you don't want to be beaten again, just let go of your dirty hands!"

"Luo Anning, you are seeking death!" Rong Yan was angered by her arrogant tone. He threw away the cigarette in his hand, leaned over and carried her on his shoulders, and strode out.

Her stomach felt uncomfortable due to his shoulder, and Luo Anning broke into a cold sweat from the pain. Her head dropped downwards, and the feeling of cerebral congestion made her almost suffocate.

"FUC

Rong Yan snorted coldly and took big steps: "Absolutely impossible!"

Luo Anning struggled hard, kicking her legs randomly, "Rong Yan, what do you mean by doing this? What do you think of me? You are having an affair with Mo Xiyan, and at the same time you are an eyesore in front of me, do you know

Knowing how disgusting men like you really are!"

"Pa"[

Rong Yan's face was stern, his thin lips pursed tightly, and he slapped her on the hip: "Be honest, or I'll throw you down!"

"I would rather you throw me down than let me face you." Luo Anning was not afraid of death in provocation.

She was angry and hateful in her heart, and she wished she could give him a few more slaps to relieve her anger.

Why could he hurt her so wantonly, why should he make her feel uncomfortable while they both were happy?

She just wanted to provoke him, just to make him angry. The angrier and more furious he became, the happier she felt and the more balanced she felt.

Rong Yan ignored her and threw her into the car. He followed and ordered the driver coldly: "Go back to the mansion!"
Chapter completed!