A lonely man and a widowed woman, and her ex-girlfriend has such an ambiguous relationship. How can she not think about it?

Young Master Rong knew her eyes well. He looked at her wanting to speak but stopped, and his face was full of depression. In the end, he could only say powerlessly and pale: "...I didn't do anything to you."

Luo Anning chuckled lightly, and his laughter was light: "I understand...I understand..."

She stepped back step by step, with a little weak and tired smile on her face. She looked at him with a deep look, and finally turned around and walked out of his sight step by step.

Rong Yan, don’t say that I have never given you a chance, you gave up on your own.

All she wanted was an explanation. Is it really that difficult?

Trust is as thin as paper.

Love is so hard.

You will be the only one mother to cover your lower abdomen with one hand. From now on, you will be the only one who is the mother.

"An Ning! Come back!" Immersed in the world where he was difficult to make a choice, Young Master Rong came back to his senses, and Luo An Ning had already walked into the villa.

He wanted to break through, so the guard closed the door first, and he was unmoved no matter how he spoke harshly and threatened him.

Even though the evil man in black took out a snatch and pointed at his forehead, the guard only called Christine to report and did not open the door.

Christine expected the result to be like this, so Feng Qingyun said to the guard indifferently: "You ask him to shoot just because he is not afraid of An Ning hating him, so please feel free to drive it boldly."

When the guard hung up the phone and conveyed the owner's words to Mr. Rong, he could see how gloomy his face was!

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Seeing Luo Anningjin walking back in a daze, Christine's lips curled up in a beautiful curve, and warmly greeted her shoulder and put it on the sofa, "Dear, what's wrong?"

Words are worried, but there is a faint gloom between my eyebrows and eyes.

Of course, the object of this gloating must be Mr. Rong.

Judging from An Ning's expression, you will know that his fate will not be much better.

Just thinking about his dark face, Christine felt secretly happy!

Luo Anning shook her head tiredly, bit her lips slightly, and didn't say anything. She just sat on the sofa, staring at a certain place with a dull look, trance.

Christine sat down beside her, took the rich soy milk from the butler, and fed it to her lips: "Come on, drink some soy milk, the milk has a mutton smell, so soy milk will be better."

Luo Anning pushed his hand away, "I don't want to drink."

Christine raised her eyebrows: "If you don't want to drink, what should the child do? The child needs nutrition and cannot withstand your troubles."

The tone of this speech became a little heavy. Catherine pulled Christine's sleeve aside, signaling him to take care of the pregnant woman's mood.

However, Christine just kept putting the cup to her lips: "An Ning, don't be willful, drink a little."

She is already thin and thin, and now she is pregnant, and if she continues to lose weight, how can she be able to hold on?

Christine didn't allow her to abuse herself like this, so even if she was forced, she had to force her to drink.

Seeing that she was still hesitating, Christine bent her lips and smiled charmingly: "Be good, drink this cup, and my brother will satisfy your wish."

Luo Anning was stunned for a minute before taking the soy milk, took a sip, held the quilt in both hands and asked, "Can any wish be satisfied?"

"If the stars are not given to the moon, everything can be satisfied!"
Chapter completed!