Ito was very sensible and found an excuse to leave, leaving space for these two people.
Mr. Luo sat there with a serious look on his face, and said slowly, "Xiao Rong left."
Misha's eyes froze, "He... left?"
leave?
Where has he gone?
"He went back to Cambodia with that woman named Oona."
Misha was stunned, and the confusion in her eyes became even worse, "They..."
She didn't know about the blood transfusion last night. She had been groggy all day, and Ito and others would not tell her this at this time.
"Godfather, why did he leave so suddenly?"
Not even a hello...
Mr. Luo raised his eyes, looked at her confused look, and sighed, "Xiao Sha, when you get better, you'd better go and ask him in person."
Mr. Luo is not a gossip, especially when it comes to young people's emotional problems, and he will not get involved at will. Since An Rong had already said before leaving that he would handle it alone, he would respect the child's decision.
Misha narrowed her eyes, "Daddy, did something happen?"
Mr. Luo shook his head and smiled, "Xiao Rong is a smart child. You don't have to worry about him. He knows what he is doing."
At this time, Ito walked in with fruit, "Master Luo, you eat the fruit."
Mr. Luo smiled and stood up, "I still have something to do, I'll go first." He lowered his head and looked at Misha, "Xiaosha, don't think too much. I'll leave the matter last night to my godfather."
." Then he sneered, "Those who dare to bully me don't want to live anymore!"
Misha suppressed her doubts and asked Ito to send Master Luo off on her behalf.
Although the wound was hurting, Misha had no time to care. Thinking of An Rong, she felt vaguely uneasy.
Ito opened the door and came in, "Mr. Luo is really angry this time. Haha, those bastards who hurt you may not have a good life."
Misha looked at him and asked with difficulty, "Ito, do you know... what happened to An Rong?"
Ito was stunned, "Why are you asking him?"
Misha frowned, "What do you know? Tell me everything."
Ito scratched his hair, still debating whether to tell him what happened last night, when Mi En walked in, "Misha, are you feeling better?"
Ito looked at him and said hurriedly, "Just in time, I'll leave this to you. I'll go check on Visa."
Mien nodded and Ito left quickly.
Putting the soup he made by himself on the table, Mi En walked to the bedside, stretched out his hand to caress her cheek, and said with a gentle smile, "I just met Mr. Luo. I didn't expect that you would be so proud that he would make a special trip to come here."
Visiting you."
"Mi En..." Misha murmured and asked, "Tell me, has An Rong gone back?"
Mi En's expression changed slightly, then he smiled at her again and nodded, "Well, I heard Xi Cen mentioned that he returned to Cambodia today."
really……
Misha slowly lowered her eyes. She was already weak and weak, but now she looked even more lovable.
"How could it be so sudden?"
Mi En frowned, pulled up a chair, sat next to her, held her hand in his palm, "There is something I have to tell you."
Misha turned her head to look at him and asked hoarsely, "What?"
After a moment of silence, he said, "Last night, you needed a blood transfusion, but your blood type was very special. We couldn't find it in such a short period of time... It was An Rong. He brought a woman with scars on her face. She
The blood type is consistent with yours, which saved your life."
Misha opened her eyes wide in surprise, "My blood type is... special?"
"Well, it's very special and rare."
Misha frowned a few times, "That woman... is Oona."
Mi En didn't answer, just looked at her quietly.
Misha's dry lips wriggled a few times, "So, he left... because of me?"
Having been with An Rong for so long, she still has a basic understanding. How could Misha not figure out the relationship?
But what surprised her was that there were so many fateful encounters in reality. In that case, An Rong... wouldn't just watch her die.
Misha struggled to get up. Mi En frowned and carefully suppressed her, "Misha, you can't move yet!"
"I want to find him. He can't compromise with that woman because of my relationship!" Misha was a little excited. Thinking of An Rong returning to such a cold home, she began to become anxious and uneasy.
"Misha!" Mi En was angry, angry that she didn't take care of her body, "You know clearly that An Rong might have compromised for you, so are you going to waste his kindness now?"
"But..." Misha said anxiously, "He will be in danger when he goes back! What if...what if Lafite finds out about Tu Lie? He will definitely not let An Rong go! Also, An Rong
Rong's health is so bad that he falls down from time to time. He..."
Misha shook her head, even she didn't know what she was talking about. Mi En's eyes became deeper and deeper, looking at her, there was an unspeakable pain spreading.
How long had she cared so much about someone?
Except what I think...
He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, opened them again, and said gently, "Don't worry, An Rong is not as bad as you think. In addition to the mercenary group, he also took over Tu Lie's Scorpion Army. Even if Lafite wants to
It’s not easy to deal with him.”
Misha said worriedly, "The commander only treats him as cannon fodder, so he won't really offend Lafite for him!"
"Even if he is cannon fodder, he is still the nominal successor of the commander. For the sake of his own face, the commander will step in." Mien said softly, and Misha's anxious mood was slightly soothed.
"Really?" She looked at him blankly, "Is it true that nothing will happen to An Rong?"
Mi En smiled, "Well, I promise you."
Although there was a heart-warming smile on his cheeks, his heart was aching.
"That's good... that's good..." She stopped struggling, slowly relaxed her body, and said softly, "That guy is very stupid sometimes, and he won't say a word when he is bullied... He was bullied before.
This was the case with my father and brother's abuse, and it is still the case now..."
Mi En still listened with a smile, but her heart ached even more.
Misha was extremely tired and closed her eyes again in exhaustion, "Mi En, I'm so tired."
He held her hand, lowered his head, and kissed her forehead, "Go to sleep, I will stay with you."
She gave a weak smile and said, "Well..."
Mien stayed by her bed like this, and from beginning to end, he never told her that the two were not brother and sister. Perhaps, he knew very well in his heart that regardless of the ironic DNA report, he would always be disqualified.