Because of being hugged, Luo Anning lay on him almost without any gap. Rong Shao looked like he was slaughtered by Jun, and his hands were placed behind his head, and his eyebrows were raised slightly: "Come on, wife, kill me with your body, don't be polite to me."

"roll!"

Kill your sister, who is so stupid to kill with your body!

Young Master Rong looked at her angry cheeks in good mood, and couldn't help but reach out and rub it twice, causing her to glare, and couldn't help but chuckle, "Wife, are you hungry? Have some midnight snack, huh?"

"I'm not hungry! I'll lose any appetite with you." Luo Anning patted his hand away, turned over and rolled aside and lay down.

Young Master Rong turned over and pressed on her for some reason, and Mo Hei's eyes looked at her with extremely bright light: "But I'm hungry. Please eat with me."

As soon as I got off the plane, I immediately went to catch her. I didn't even have time to eat dinner. I was angry before and didn't feel hungry.

But now I am not angry or annoyed, and my hunger becomes stronger and stronger.

"If you ask me to accompany me, then you will be with me. Who do you think I am?"

Mr. Rong thought about it for a while and said seriously: "...of course it's my wife."

When talking about his wife, Luo Anning was angry, pushing him with his hands and kicking him, "Is this the case for you to treat your wife? If you get angry, you will vent your anger on your wife. If you are unhappy, you will be strong and violent in the marriage!"

"Then you shouldn't be flirting with other men in front of your husband!"

"Your eyes see Qian Ge and I? Don't think of us with your dirty thoughts, ok?"

If you don’t say anything, Luo Anning feels tired and tired.

I can't communicate with him.

I finally know why China's divorce rate is so high. It turns out that the problem lies in communication.

Young Master Rong's eyes darkened, and his voice was faint: "An Ning, even if I know that Mo Qiange is your friend, I don't like you to be too close to him... at least you can't be closer to me."

Mr. Rong said this sentence so sourly.

Luo Anning looked at him with an expression of "You have taken the wrong medicine, right?" and obviously he didn't believe that such words were said from Young Master Rong.

Rong Yan stood up irritably, sat by the bed, took out a cigarette, lit it and smoked it, and pulled the tie and threw it on the ground.

Luo Anning pulled up the silk quilt to cover it. He had no time to pay attention to him, and closed his eyes and went to bed.

When she was about to fall asleep, the silk quilt was suddenly pulled open, and then her burning lips with the smell of tobacco covered her.

She was shocked, subconsciously opened her eyes, and unexpectedly met the man's shining ink pupils.

Rong Yan did not intend to kiss deeply, but pecked a few times and then stepped back, his handsome eyebrows frowned slightly, "An Ning... I seem to like you..."

Why?

He likes her, she doesn't have auditory hallucinations, right?

"Forget it, I know you don't believe it... I can't even believe it myself." Young Master Rong stood up dejectedly, pressed the service of the front desk, and asked someone to send midnight snacks in.

Then he sat down at the desk alone, started working, and left him to lie on the bed. He was thundered and fell into Anling.

Soon, the guest room waiter pushed the dining cart and placed the food one by one on the coffee table: "Sir Rong, this is the late night snack you want."

"Okay, you go out." With a faint wave of the waiter, Rong Yan left the desk and walked to the sofa to sit down.
Chapter completed!