The cup in her hand was very warm. An Rong lowered her head slightly and said nothing, but the curve of her lips was spreading.
Misha pushed him and said, "Go out and wait. You can eat soon."
An Rong walked out, turned around, and looked at her again, "Just now..."
Misha blinked, "Just now? What happened just now?"
Seeing her reaction, An Rong lowered his eyes and smiled, "It's okay."
Looking at his back, Misha breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, this guy didn't say that she was shameless. If that were the case, she would really consider putting some arsenic in the soup...
Sitting at the dining table, An Rong raised his eyebrows when he saw the pork rib soup in the middle. Misha filled a bowl for him and brought it to him, "Hey, it's very filling."
"Thank you." An Rong picked up the spoon and took a mouthful. It tasted extremely delicious.
Yu Yi couldn't hold it any longer early in the morning, so he filled a bowl for himself and drank it in a slurping voice, "Wow! It tastes good!"
Misha smiled and said, "Don't just drink soup, eat more vegetables."
"Yeah, yeah."
Yu Yi picked up the chopsticks and ate happily without caring about his appearance.
An Rong only drank some soup and didn't eat much. Misha could see in her eyes that his current physical condition was still a bit weak.
After the meal, Misha kicked Yu Yi to the kitchen and cut some fruit. She sat relaxedly on the sofa, holding a pillow in her arms, lying on her side and watching TV. An Rong was sitting not far away, with a pillow on her knees.
I don’t know what I’m looking at on my computer, I’m so focused on it.
Was it an order given to him by the commander? Or was it an internal secret of the mercenary group?
Misha's beautiful eyes closed, she stood up and stretched. Then, she walked over slowly and deliberately came behind An Rong. She glanced at the screen and saw only a pile of forms.
It was written in Khmer, and Misha couldn't understand even a single symbol. She turned around in frustration and walked around again, but still found nothing.
After pouring a glass of juice, she picked it up and walked around while drinking. When she saw An Rong switching the screen again, it seemed to be an email written in English. Misha regained her energy, she slowed down again and walked behind him.
past……
At this time, An Rong raised her head and glanced sideways at her.
"Ahem..." Misha immediately changed her gaze and sat back on the sofa.
An Rong smiled gently, "If you want to know something, just ask me directly. You can't understand these things."
The peeping was exposed on the spot. Misha's cheeks turned red unnaturally and she muttered, "That's so generous. Even if I ask you, you may not be able to tell."
"That's not necessarily the case." An Rong put away the notebook and put it aside, looking directly at her, "What do you want to know?"
Misha rolled her eyes, put down the cup, sat up straight, looked at him, and asked, "What position do you... hold in the mercenary group?"
An Rong raised the corners of his lips and leaned back on the sofa, "Commander... he is my teacher."
Misha raised her eyebrows, so to speak, he was directly brought into the core of power by the commander.
She crossed her legs, looked at him, and asked curiously, "I've always been curious. You are Lafite's son. Your family has endless money and its own armed army. Why do you want to run away?"
What mercenary group are you joining?"
An Rong lowered his eyes again and was silent for a moment before saying, "The only fact I admit is my identity. Apart from that, the rest of the things have nothing to do with me. As for joining the mercenary group, it is also to repay a debt."
Kindness."
Misha's heart trembled. She noticed that An Rong's tone was extremely cold when he mentioned his family. She knew that she might have touched someone's personal side, so she immediately changed the subject, "Uh, who do you owe?"
Favor? Commander?”
An Rong nodded, "He saved my life."
"Oh~ No wonder." Misha now understood why An Rong would leave his young master alone and run to do such a dangerous thing with the commander. Then, she asked cautiously, "Then... where is Tu Lie?
?Isn’t he your eldest brother? Why do you..."
Misha has never been able to figure this out. Her previous impression of him was just at the "enemy" stage, so no matter how unscrupulous An Rong did, she could accept it. But this would be different. He
Not only did he take her in, but he also lied to the commander for her sake. I intuitively felt that he should not be someone who would plan to kill his brother.
An Rong smiled with an unknown meaning and said softly, "If I said I didn't have any feelings about killing him, would you say I was cold-blooded?"
Misha was stunned. She didn't expect that he would answer so calmly.
She narrowed her eyes, spoke calmly, and shook her head, "You are not cold-blooded, you are cruel."
"Haha," An Rong chuckled, because of her frankness.
He said, "Growing up in such an environment, cruelty is one of the survival skills. If I didn't kill him, the last person to die would be me." Looking at her, he said, "Do you think,
Is his Scorpion Army just a decoration? Getting rid of me has been his goal from the beginning."
Misha was silent. She really didn't understand this kind of brothers who had no affection for each other and only fought to the death. From the age of six, there was only Mien in her world. He doted on her, he protected her, and he gave her the best.
Everything was given to her, leaving her no time to think about various hypothetical endings. Now that I think about it, her world is too simple.
After a long while, she said, "He is your eldest brother, and you can get rid of him without blinking an eye. To you, I am just an ordinary stranger, and even someone from your hostile camp. Why do you...
help me?"
An Rong raised her eyes, and there was something strange in her eyes, which seemed to be peaceful.
"Maybe it's because you don't hide yourself too much."
Misha frowned. She didn't understand. What kind of answer was this?
At this time, Yu Yi came over and said, "Master, it's time to take medicine."
"Um."
Neither of them continued talking. An Rong took the pills and drank them. Misha was watching quietly. She suddenly asked, "What disease do you...have?"
An Rong's expression froze for a moment, but soon returned to its original state.
Yu Yi stood behind him and waved desperately to Misha, not wanting her to ask any more questions.
It seems that it will touch his pain.
Misha felt a little regretful for asking, and she hurriedly explained, "That's right, Visa, you must also know it. His medical skills are very good, and he should be able to help you."
An Rong slowly raised her lips and smiled, "It's useless."
He spoke casually, but his eyes were dim.
Yu Yi couldn't help but lower his head, looking a little depressed as well.
"Why?" Misha asked, "Visa is really powerful. He can even cure terminal diseases. There must be nothing that can defeat him!"