The man said calmly: "You can send her to the hospital or let the servants take care of her. There is no need to go there in person."
An Ruo knew that he was unkind, so she tried to explain: "What Xia Nuo needs now is not a cold hospital, nor an unfamiliar person to take care of her. She wants someone who cares about her by her side.
More fragile."
Looking at the time, it was obviously too late.
Picking up her bag, she stood up and prepared to leave: "Anyway, I have to take care of her tonight. If you don't agree, you can be as angry with me as you want when I come back."
"..."
Without giving him a chance to speak, An Ruo hurriedly walked outside.
"An Ruo, if I don't let you go, do you have to go?" Tang Yuchen suddenly spoke and asked coldly.
"Yes!" She strode away without looking back or hesitating.
The man squinted his eyes slightly, his expression dark and very unhappy.
The servants all knew that this was a sign that he was angry, so everyone quietly left, leaving him alone in the living room.
An Xin listened to their conversation in the corner. When everyone was gone, she slowly walked out and sat down next to Tang Yuchen.
"Mr. Chen, An Ruo has a stubborn temper. If you take everything seriously with her, you will probably be pissed to death."
The man raised his eyes and glanced at her, and actually nodded in agreement with her words: "You are right, her temper can really make people angry to death."
Getting his approval was like getting his approval, and An Xin felt very happy.
"Master Chen, would you like to have some wine? I can make several kinds of wine, like the Eighteen Levels of Hell in the Mingdian, and I also know a little bit about it."
"Oh?" Tang Yuchen raised his eyebrows with interest, his dark eyes flashed with a gleam of light, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, "You actually know how to concoct the eighteenth level of hell?"
An Xin nodded humbly: "I only know a little bit."
In order to get close to him, she made great efforts. Knowing that he liked to go to Mingdian to drink, she often went to Mingdian to inquire about his affairs.
I even learned about the Eighteen Levels of Hell from the bartender there, hoping to put it to use one day.
Tonight is an opportunity, I hope I can succeed in one fell swoop.
Tang Yuchen stared at her with dark eyes and said nothing, as if he was sizing up and evaluating her.
An Xin is a little uneasy. The Eighteen Hells is a powerful charm drug. Could he be uninterested in her and therefore disgusted by her suggestion?
As a lady, she shouldn't be in and out of famous books, she shouldn't know the eighteen levels of hell, and she shouldn't be able to make concoctions.
Will he be disappointed in her, will he look down upon her because of this?
An Xin scolded herself in her heart for being too impatient. She shouldn't have sex with him so rashly. She hinted that she should take it step by step and make a move only when it was clear that he was interested in her.
But she couldn't wait any longer.
The longer time passes, the less likely she will be able to live here.
After leaving this villa, it would be even harder to meet him once than to reach heaven.
In the past, she only met him once while squatting at the Mingdian every day.
It's a pity that a chance encounter will not bring her any chance at all.
He would just ignore her and walk away coldly.
So she became anxious in the past two days and wanted to test him early to see if he would take the bait.
Well, there are some men who don't like to steal fishy things.
A romantic man like Tang Yuchen should not refuse a woman who comes to his door automatically.
