Misha actually didn't pay too much attention to the rumors about her and An Rong's "marriage". She knew that someone would solve it for them.
An Rong never mentioned this incident again, as if nothing had happened. Moreover, Misha found that he went out less and less often, completely at home.
Because of the closer relationship, Misha and him were no longer so alienated. When she was bored, she would often break into his study room. There was a whole wall of bookshelves filled with many books from all over the world. Look at this shelf,
Misha may even suspect that he plans to camp here for a long time, which will not be a pleasant thing for everyone in Haitang Pavilion.
Misha walked in abruptly. An Rong was reading a book on the recliner. When he saw her, he just raised his eyes. Misha held the coffee cup and walked to the bookshelf, picking and picking out a book.
, sat on the sofa, put down the cup, hugged the book, opened a few pages, his eyes suddenly brightened, he chuckled a few times, widened his eyes, and stared at it carefully.
An Rong put down the book, glanced at her, and said with some helplessness, "Those women are not just for lust."
"Who said I care about obscenity? I am reading a literary masterpiece~" Misha didn't even raise her eyes.
An Rong stood up, walked over, and took the book away from her hand, "This kind of book is not suitable for you to read."
Misha quit, "You are allowed to collect it, why can't I read it?"
"I'm different." He walked back to the bookshelf and put the books on the highest shelf. In terms of height, he was much taller than Misha. He stretched out his arms to put the books. Even if she jumped up, she couldn't reach them.
arrive.
"Ah ah ah, Mr. An, after all, I am a young woman who is about to enter her third year of college. Is there any book that I can't read?" Misha was so depressed. She hadn't even touched the flesh and blood, but she just
I only had time to take a sip of soup, but he confiscated it!
He turned around and looked at Misha, half-smiling but not smiling, "The expression on your face while reading is too vulgar."
"Me? Wrathful?!" This was the first time Misha heard someone describe her like this, and she had to stop him to explain clearly, "Which part of me is vulgar and which one is vulgar? Is that what I call advocating literature?"
An Rong raised an eyebrow, casually pulled out an economics book and stuffed it into her arms, "This one is suitable for you."
As soon as she saw the title of the book, Misha threw it aside in disgust, "I don't want it." She was already exhausted from taking care of the company for Lin Yuer before, and she didn't want to touch such a thing again!
An Rong didn't say anything, smiled, and went back to sit down.
Misha was really bored, so she followed him over, picked up the pen on the table and played with it. From time to time, she would hear the "snap" sound of the pen falling to the table.
An Rong closed her eyes and looked up at her, "If it's so boring, why don't you go back and take a look? I think they must be very worried about you now."
Misha's eyes flashed slightly, and there was a flash of avoidance. She turned around and leaned on the table, "I..."
What to say?
That she was afraid of seeing him when she went back?
Misha couldn't speak out, and she had never been a hypocritical person, so this time, she chose this willful way to escape.
only……
She really misses her companions too.
An Rong saw the loneliness on her face, closed the book, stood up and came to her, put his hands on her shoulders, stared at her without allowing her to escape, and said, "With such a cheerful face, you can't
Should be covered with clouds of sorrow."
Misha raised her eyes to look at him, and said with a smile, "Please, Mr. An, such a literary and artistic path is really not suitable for you."
An Rong raised the corners of her lips and said calmly, "When there is still a chance to make up for it and work hard, you have to do whatever it takes. Otherwise, when it becomes irreversible, all that will be left is regret. That will determine how much you will do in the future.
There is no way to fill this happiness."
Misha's heart palpitated as she thought of what Xiaoyue once said to her.
She had only thought about her own feelings, but had she thought about Mi En's?
She lowered her head, her mind spinning a thousand times. Suddenly, she gritted her teeth, raised her head and smiled at An Rong. The smile was bright and moving, "I understand!" She turned around and ran out, "Mr. An, thank you!"
Looking at her back, An Rong smiled softly.
When I turned around, looking at the empty study, I suddenly felt that it seemed a little too quiet here...
Suddenly, his legs softened, and he knelt on the ground with a "plop". Fortunately, he reacted quickly and used his hands to support himself without hitting his head. Then, there was another burning pain in his chest, and his breathing began to change.
He was in a hurry, with his mouth open, breathing heavily...
"By the way, Mr. An, lend me your car..."
Misha, who had left and returned, just opened the door and saw An Rong lying on the ground. She was startled, dropped her bag and rushed over, "An Rong! What's wrong with you?"
An Rong's forehead was dripping with big beads of sweat. He opened his mouth, but he couldn't breathe. He made a difficult swallowing sound in his throat. His pale face was swollen and red, and he pointed at the desk.
, "Then...there..."
"There is medicine, right?!" Misha didn't dare to waste another second, and rushed to the drawer, pulled it open, and kept rummaging around, "Where is it? What does it look like? Damn it, that guy Yu Yi
Where did you go?!"
Suddenly, she saw the respirator.
Misha immediately took it out, ran over, and covered An Rong's nose and mouth, "Suck it quickly!"
An Rong held the respirator and breathed hard. Every time he breathed, it could be seen how desperately he worked to stay alive.
Finally, his breathing gradually stabilized, and his face slowly faded away from the flushing, but his whole body seemed to have collapsed and he fell into Misha's arms.
Misha's hanging heart finally calmed down. She supported him and carefully took off the respirator, "How is it? Do you want to go to the hospital?"
He shook his head laboriously, and then raised his eyes. Although they were a little blurry, the depth in his eyes was obvious.
Staring at her, he said, "You can just let it go..."
Misha glared at him, "Who do you think I am?"
He struggled to get up, but he had no strength at all. His muscles ached terribly, especially the muscles in his legs. It felt like cramps when he moved.
"Don't move!" Misha saw him frowning in pain and stopped him. She couldn't refuse and said, "You don't want to go to the hospital, so be good now!"
An Rong wanted to laugh, but she just moved the corners of her mouth and said softly, "You are very fierce."
He is fierce and lacks the gentleness of a woman, but I can't explain why, but he feels very comfortable.
"Yes, yes, I am extremely fierce, so are you afraid?" Misha found it difficult to kneel, so she simply sat on the ground and put his head on her lap, which would make him feel better.
.
He chuckled softly, "Those who are afraid don't know how to appreciate it."
Misha pursed her red lips and teased, "It's like, don't you know how to appreciate those **?"