The feeling of pity spread to all limbs and bones, and I wish I could rub her into my arms and love her.

Young Master Rong did do this. He took her body into his arms as soon as he sucked his arms, covered her eyes with his palm, blocking her gaze, and said in a low voice: "Don't cry, even if you want to cry, you have to renounce me!"

He couldn't bear to see women's tears the most, especially hers. His beautiful eyes were slightly stained with mist, and he immediately felt that he had become less like himself.

"Who wants to cry? Don't talk nonsense!" Luo Anning's head was pressed into his arms, and a muffled voice came.

"Whoever responds is whoever says it."

"Rong Yan, you bastard!"

"I know." Rong Shao smiled faintly with a hundred poisons.

Luo Anning raised her head from his arms. Because of the huge height difference, she had to hold her head up to look at him. After thinking about it, she felt that she was not confident enough, and she took three steps back, and then she looked at him in satisfaction.

Her old god was confidently stretching out her slender index finger and pointing at him, saying, "Rong Yan, you are not ashamed but proud!"

"Look at your sarcastic look!" Young Master Rong took two steps forward and grabbed her into his arms like a chicken, and hugged her into the restaurant.

When Mrs. Li saw the two of them coming in, she rubbed her hands and looked at Mr. Rong uneasyly, and then looked at Luo Anning, afraid that Mr. Rong would break Luo Anning's little neck with anger.

However, Rong Shaofeng's eyes glanced at the food that was so simple that it could not be simple. It was just a slight tilt of eyebrows, and there was no sign of anger.

"Luo Anning, how do you complete the task when you cook the dinner?" Rong Shao was at the top of the table and glanced at the steak on the table.

"I don't have much appetite to eat. Who asked me to make dinner? I don't want to eat it. Naturally, your food must be done according to mine." Luo Anning picked up the borscht from a small bowl and started drinking it in small sips.

Young Master Rong didn't say anything, and picked up the soup and drank it. When Luo Anning put down the soup bowl and was about to pick up the knife and fork to cut the steak, Major Rong pushed the steak in front of him and pushed it in front of her.

"Cut it for me."

Luo Anning put down the knife and fork, glared at the rightful young master Rong, who looked right on the side, "Rong Yan, do you have a little gentlemanly demeanor? If you want to cut it, you should help me cut it?"

"I haven't had such a gentlemanly demeanor since I was a child. If you ask me to cut it, you can cut it. There is not so much nonsense."

OK, he is the boss!

Cut it and cut it!

Luo Anningren was frightened and wanted to beat him up. He picked up a knife and fork and cut the steak hard like a venting hatred.

Finally, he pushed him in front of him and said in a bad voice: "Cut it, eat it."

Rong Shao curled his lips and smiled, and raised his hand to touch her head like a reward: "So good."

Be good, you sister, be good!

I was forced, okay?

Luo Anning felt like there were tens of thousands of grass and mud horses running by.

"The steak is old." Rong Shao took a bite and frowned.

Luo Anning: "…"

"Forget it when you're old, it's not tasty."

Luo Anning clenched his fists, ren!

After pushing away the steak, Rong Shao started eating vegetable salad, and Junmei frowned again: "I put too much salad dressing, so I'm snatching the flavor."

Luo Anning: "…"

It turns out that your eldest young master is so picky, so let the chef do it!

The dinner ended with the harsh sound of Rong Shao.
Chapter completed!