Yu Yi choked on a sip of juice and awkwardly picked up a tissue to wipe the corners of her mouth. Her face turned red and she lowered her head, embarrassed to look at Misha.
An Rong looked at her and raised her eyebrows, "I'll go shopping with you."
"Pfft..." Misha spat out a mouthful of water and stared at him in disbelief, "Please, do you want to do it so brilliantly? An Daxian, can you give me a way to survive?"
Staring at the plate in front of him that was splashed with her saliva, he silently put down his knife and fork.
"What brand do you use? I can ask Yu Yi to buy it for you."
"..." Yu Yi said with infinite resentment, "Master, I haven't had a girlfriend yet..."
If you let him do this kind of thing now, he will have a psychological shadow.
Misha's face turned green and red. She originally wanted to block his mouth, but she didn't expect that when talking about this kind of thing, he could still keep his face from blushing and his heart not beat?!
An Rong looked at her with an unchanging expression, without any sense of disobedience.
Misha stood up quickly, "I'm not going, I'm not going!"
As soon as she turned around, she left the front hall and returned to the room angrily.
Yu Yi sighed faintly, "Hey...why bother? When is the time to retaliate? This world needs to be full of love..."
Suddenly, a peeled egg was stuffed into his mouth. He looked at his young master in protest, "Well..."
Anyu wiped his hands and stood up, "You need to be responsible for taking care of these things on the table, because food should not be wasted in this world..."
Yu Yi's face turned dark.
How could he eat such a table of food, but he didn't dare to say a word, so he could only nod silently, "I see..." But he kept resenting it in his heart. Really, why did they bring it if they didn't even mention it?
What about him?
Misha returned to the room and took out a delicate small pistol from the mezzanine of the suitcase, which she got from Gu Xicen. There was also a dagger and a few darts.
The Double Eagle Brothers gave it to her.
While playing with these things, she raised her lips and smiled coldly.
Don't think of her as a powerless woman. If she gets into trouble, no one can stop her.
At this moment, footsteps were heard outside the door. Misha looked stern and quickly put the small pistol into her handbag and inserted the dagger into her short boots. She immediately turned around and saw An Rong pushing the door open.
Misha tried to stay calm, glanced at him, and pretended not to notice, then sat down lazily, "Why are you coming here to supervise me? Mr. An, you are too busy!"
An Rong ignored her sarcasm, walked over and stood in front of her, "Aren't you going out? I'll take you out."
"No need, I'm not in the mood!" Misha waved her hand, insisting on going against him.
An Rong didn't listen and stepped forward to pull her up.
"Hey! Do you want to be violent?" Misha got angry, bent down and pulled out the dagger, pointing it directly at his neck, "Believe it or not, I can really cut him off with one knife!"
An Rong glanced down at her and stroked his brow helplessly, "Is this what you want to do? Threaten me with a knife?"
His indifferent tone seemed to look down on her.
Misha was so angry that she took out the gun from her bag, held it with her other hand, and pointed it at his chest.
Don't think she can only use a knife!
Compared with bullets, it has to be defeated!
An Rong's indifferent eyes glanced at the exquisite black pistol, "Do you really think these things are useful?"
"Of course!" Misha raised her chin proudly, "As long as I move my finger, you can only say goodbye!" Although this method is a bit rude, Misha just wants to win back the game! No longer be controlled everywhere.
To him!
An Rong didn't say anything and stood quietly in front of her. In this case, it was also a naturally elegant gesture.
Just standing there, the air around him seemed to freeze, and he was the only scenery in this cold place.
Misha found that she was suddenly very hopeless and didn't know how to continue!
Shooting, that's impossible! It's just to gain some success points for yourself. As for the knife in her hand, it won't really cut it off! Although she is hot-tempered and impulsive, she is not cold-blooded and cruel.
This guy acted as if he was sure of her, and remained silent, just waiting for her reaction.
Misha gritted her teeth, threw down everything in her hand, and turned her back to him.
An Rong stared at her without leaving her eyes.
He picked up the pistol, put it back into her small bag, and then handed it to her, "This gun is very powerful. Hold it for self-defense."
Misha turned away, making it clear that she didn't want to answer him anymore.
An Rong put the bag aside, then picked up the dagger and looked around, "You got all these good things from those bounty hunters?"
Misha still didn't speak. She didn't want to report her affairs to him!
"You can keep the gun, but this dagger is too sharp and you may accidentally hurt yourself." With that, he confiscated the dagger...
That’s right, it’s confiscated!!
Misha couldn't hold on any longer, put her hands on her hips, turned back and glared, "That's mine!"
"I know." An Rong shook his head, "You are too careless, I will keep it for you."
That she was careless?
It would be better to say that she was clumsy and direct!
Misha laughed angrily, very enchantingly, like a quietly blooming rose, "Mr. An, are you being too lenient? If I hurt myself, that's my business. I'm happy, I like it, I'll do it
I prefer this one!”
Don’t think that just because he held an engagement ceremony in a pretentious manner, he really became her fiancé and meddles with her! If Misha doesn’t want to, even the King of Heaven and I can’t do anything about her!
An Rong smiled slightly, calmly and grandly, not feeling any offense at all.
"I didn't care before, but now I can't. If you dare to hurt yourself even by my side, I won't let you go!"
Misha's red lips were half-opened, her eyes were changing, and her face was still uncertain.
How could he say such things so lightly?
Does he know that his words make her unable to calm down?!
An Rong stepped forward and grabbed her wrist, "Let's go, I'll take you out."
This action is becoming more and more natural and skillful for him now. Even Misha is beginning to gradually ignore it. After all, what kind of identity does he have that allows him to do whatever he wants with her?
An Rong drove and took her to the supermarket.
He remembered that she said that this was heaven, so it would definitely please her.
There were not many people in the supermarket in the morning, most of them were housewives who wanted to get up early to buy some fresh vegetables.
Misha followed him slowly, she had not forgotten what happened in the morning!
He... fucking kissed her!!
Thinking of that scene, Misha became furious. Did she think she was dead? He could kiss him if he wanted, and tie him with shackles if he wanted. How did she offend him?
Seeing that she didn't follow, An Rong turned around and waited in front, "Don't you want to buy sanitary napkins?"