An Rong glanced at her sideways, said nothing, turned around and pushed the door open and went in.
Yu Yi stepped forward worriedly, "Sister Sha, are you okay?"
Misha took a deep breath and stood up, "It's okay, what can happen to me?"
"Then...are you still going in with us?" Yu Yi didn't quite understand what happened just now. The people in the Hunter Alliance seemed to care about her very much, but they just didn't know why she didn't go back with them. She didn't know either.
Will she still stay here...
"Of course!" Misha held her head high and walked in briskly with gorgeous steps. "I'm in a good mood tonight. I'll cook you a midnight snack."
When Yu Yiyi heard about the food, his eyes immediately lit up, "Sister Sha, let me help you!"
Mi En, Ito and others got into the car. Ito turned around in confusion and asked, "Mi En, what are you thinking about? How can you leave Misha with An Rong? Don't you know she will be in danger?"
Mi En tilted her head slightly and glanced out the window, "Don't you know her temper yet? If she is taken back forcibly this time, her resistance will be even more intense. Here, at least, we can still monitor her.
Got it. An Rong is a smart man and will not start a war just because of her."
After hearing what he said, Ito knew that he had already planned it. Ito turned around and kept quiet, but he was still worried about the girl. Who knew if An Rong would take advantage of her? Misha usually seemed quite shrewd and sharp, but she
He has always been well protected by Mien and them, and has very little social experience.
The car started moving slowly, and Mi En's eyes followed the bumps and seemed a little erratic. From time to time, he looked at the two-story bungalow opposite.
By doing this, Misha was protesting to him and forcing him to submit.
Even though he knew it, he couldn't compromise...
Misha was busy in the kitchen for a long time, using the limited stock in the refrigerator to make pasta and two cups of freshly squeezed juice. Yu Yi waited at the door until his eyes turned from green to blue. He almost used
He rushed over and said, "It smells so good!!"
"That's right!"
Misha put his portion on the table with a smile and looked around, "Where is your young master?"
Early in the morning, Yu took a fork and ate hungrily, saying vaguely, "In...in the study, the second room on the left."
Misha picked up An Rong's share, followed Yu Yi's instructions, and came to the study door. She knocked twice, but no one answered. She pushed it open and saw An Rong sitting opposite her with his back to her.
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She walked over briskly and said, "Mr. An, midnight snack."
She put the pasta and juice on the table, but the other party didn't respond. Misha was not discouraged and walked around to him. She met his unfriendly gaze. She smiled sweetly and leaned on the window sill with her legs
They overlapped each other leisurely, looking slender and straight, "Thank you just now."
"The Hunter Alliance will closely monitor this place. Not even a mosquito can fly in." His voice was still quite calm. Although he wanted to maintain a polite and gentle attitude, it was difficult to do so when the target was her.
Similar.
Misha cooed and nodded slowly, "Maybe, should, maybe."
"Then you know that the current situation is about to break out?"
Misha thought for a moment and nodded slowly again, "Probably, almost, almost."
An Rong looked at her, slowly lowered his gaze, took a deep breath, and stroked the tangled eyebrows, "If you are willful about emotional matters, you may hurt them."
Misha was stunned, "What do you mean?" She no longer cared about how he could see the reason why she left Haitang Pavilion, but she cared about what he said about hurting them!
An Rong raised his eyes and said, "With you here, you will undoubtedly become a bargaining chip."
"You want to take me as a hostage?" Misha couldn't believe it. At least, her current observation is that although An Rong also has a cold and cruel side, he can still be called a gentleman. That kind of thing, he
It's something I don't even bother to do.
Seeing that she was thinking the same thing, An Rong said frankly, "I'm not the one who really wants to deal with them."
"Who is that?" Misha suddenly remembered something and asked suspiciously, "Is it the commander?"
An Rong didn't say anything. When he saw the noodles on the table, he thought for a moment and picked up the fork. When he took the first bite, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, "It's very strong."
It was rare to hear his compliment, so Misha moved a chair and sat across from him, "It goes without saying that I'm the best at cooking pasta!"
He took a few more bites and asked slowly, "Is there anything you're not good at?"
Misha tilted her head, thought about it seriously, and spread her hands in embarrassment, "It really doesn't happen~"
He raised his eyes, glanced sideways at her, said nothing, and resumed eating noodles. Occasionally he would take a few sips of juice, and it seemed that the taste of the juice was just right.
Misha saw this and looked at him with a half-smile, "Hey, Mr. An, I'm very curious, how could someone like you return to the mercenary group?"
He was never picky about what he ate, he ate whatever was given to him without any complaints, and he never acted like an aristocratic gentleman to outsiders. He seemed to have some stubborn health problems, but there was still a morbid beauty all over his body that made people pity him.
It's the kind that makes girls fight over each other regardless of their own safety.
Master. He is neither short of money nor lacking in power. After overthrowing Tulie, he is the logical successor to Lafite's huge fortune! However, such a person should be considered a member of the mercenary group after he joins it.
One of the best characters is really incredible.
An Rong raised his eyes and glanced at her, "Aside from making me a target of surveillance, are you here to inquire about information?"
Misha pouted, "If you don't want to say forget it, I'm too lazy to listen!"
An Rong ignored her, as it seemed that any temptation was not as attractive as the food in front of her.
He ate the noodles very cleanly, even carefully forking out the last noodle on the plate and bringing it to his mouth gracefully. Finally, he picked up the juice and took a few sips before putting it down and picking up a tissue to wipe the corners of his mouth.
Misha smiled and said, "Doesn't it taste good?"
He didn't speak, just nodded. But it was useless even if he denied it. Nothing could prove his liking more than the facts before him.
Misha narrowed her eyes and smiled teasingly, "Just tell me if you like it. Why are you embarrassed?"
An Rong sat back elegantly on the chair again, "When will you leave?"
The smile on Misha's face froze again, she slapped the table, stood up and pointed directly at him, "An Rong, you burn the bridge by crossing the river! Just now you ate the noodles I made, and in the blink of an eye, you turned your back and wanted to chase me away.
Am I leaving? I tell you, I am
If you don't leave, I'll have to stay here with you. What can you do to me?" As she said that, she swept all the things on the table aside, then raised her pretty buttocks and sat on the table, her arms and legs