Looking at her legal husband, the princess in her arms hugged another woman, she sarcastically pulled the corners of her lips.

The shiny eyes were particularly shimmering at this moment. She smiled without saying a word, as if she was watching a joke, with the curves of her lips rising up mocking, contempt, and contempt...

All kinds of emotions linger in my heart.

Rong Yan's handsome face was expressionless, but his frown brow revealed the bad mood. Looking at Luo Anning a few steps away, she stood quietly, not quarrel or quarrel, as if the whole world had nothing to do with her.

His throat rolled, and he wanted to speak, but he couldn't say anything.

Rong Yan's eyes trembled slightly, lowered his head slightly, and his hands were slowly moving to put Mo Xiyan down. Mo Xiyan noticed his intention and took the lead in smiling and patting his shoulder: "Yan, please put me down first. It would be bad if Miss Luo saw it."

Rong Yan didn't say anything, but just let out a low "hmm" and put her on the ground and stood up.

Mo Xiyan had just gotten off the ground and lost her center of gravity and fell into Rong Yan's arms. Rong Yan reached out to support her and asked in a low voice: "Can you stand well? I'll ask the bodyguard to help you."

He waved his hand and wanted to call the bodyguard. Mo Xiyan pulled his arm and shook her head at him with a smile, "No need, I can stand up by myself. Besides, I don't like other people touching me."

Breaking free from Rong Yan's support, Mo Xiyan nodded and smiled generously at Luo Anning: "This is Miss Luo, right? Hello, I am Mo Xiyan."

There was a sudden dizziness in his head. Luo Anning closed his eyes slightly, rubbed his forehead, and sneered in his heart.

Is she provoking?

Very good, she accepted it all!

Luo Anning walked towards Rong Yan gracefully, and his high heels stepped on the floor and made a crisp and regular sound. He stood still three steps away from Rong Yan, curled his lips and smiled slightly, and his eyebrows were soft: "Hello, Miss Mo. Compared to Miss Luo, I prefer others to call me Young Grandma Rong."

A hint of embarrassment flashed across Mo Xiyan's face, and it was fleeting. She just smiled and said nothing more to Luo Anning.

Rong Yan lowered his head slightly, his face drowned in the half-light and half-dark light, making people unable to see it.

Is it because I feel guilty or guilty, so I dare not look at her?

Luo Anning had no time to explore these things. She only knew that she could not lose now and could not let Mo Xiyan take a joke.

When he walked to Rong Yan, he naturally took his tie intimately, kneaded it into a ball and threw it into the trash can beside him.

Rong Yan suddenly looked up at her, and the two eyes collided in the air. She suddenly smiled slightly, patted the dust on his shirt, and Wen Ruan said, "It's dirty, please replace it."

His slender fingers flew around, and in a short while, he unbuttoned all the buttons of his shirt, revealing his sexy chest and lower abs with distinct textures, and hooked his hand at Xu Zhiyuan behind him.

Xu Zhiyuan stepped forward in fear and fear, "Grandma, what are you asking for?"

"Go and get a shirt."

Xu Zhiyuan looked at Mr. Rong, then immediately turned around and opened his luggage, took a shirt and handed it to Luo Anning.

Luo Anning's smile on the corner of her lips was still gentle and bright. The movements on her hands seemed gentle but actually had a lot of strength. She picked up the two fingers of her taken off her shirt and threw it into the trash can.

He put his shirt on him casually, and his tone was faint: "Put it on."
Chapter completed!