Hidden Marriage President

An Rong glanced at her sideways, turned around and pushed the door open without saying anything.

Yu Yi stepped forward worriedly, "Sister Sha, are you okay?"

Misha took a deep breath and stood up, "It's okay, what can I do?"

"Then...then you still go in with us?" Yu Yi didn't quite understand what happened just now. The people from the Hunter Alliance still seemed to care about her very much, but she didn't know why she didn't follow them back, and she didn't know. Will she stay here...

"Of course!" Misha raised her head, stepped on the gorgeous steps, and walked in briskly, "I'm in a good mood tonight, and I'll cook a supper for you guys."

When Yu Yiyi heard the food, his eyes immediately brightened, "Sister Sha, I'll help you!"

Mien, Ito and others got into the car, and Ito turned around in confusion and asked, "Mien, what are you thinking? How can you leave Misha with An Rong? Don't you know that she will be in danger?"

Mi En tilted his head slightly, and glanced out of the window, "Don't you know her temper? If, this time, she is taken back forcibly, her resistance will be more intense. Here, at least, we can monitor Got it. An Rong is a smart person, and she won't ignite the flames of war at this moment because of her."

After hearing what he said, knowing that he had planned for a long time, Ito turned around and silenced his voice, but he was still worried about that girl.Who knows if An Rong will be attracted to sex?Misha usually looks shrewd and sharp, but she has always been well protected by Mi En and them, and she has very little social experience.

The car moved slowly, and Mi En's eyes seemed a little erratic following the bumps. From time to time, he looked at the two-story bungalow opposite.

By doing this, Misha was protesting to him and forcing him to submit.

Even if he is clear, he cannot compromise...

Misha has been busy in the kitchen for a long time, making use of the limited stock in the refrigerator to make pasta and two glasses of freshly squeezed juice.Yu Yi waited at the door until his eyes turned from green to blue, he almost rushed over, "It smells so good!!"

"That is!"

Misha put his share on the table with a smile, and looked around, "Where's your young master?"

Yu started eating voraciously with a fork early in the morning, and said vaguely, "It's...in the study, the second room from the left."

Misha picked up An Rong's share, followed Yu Yi's instructions, came to the door of the study room, knocked lightly twice, but no one answered, she pushed it away, and saw An Rong sitting opposite her. .

She walked over briskly, "Mr. An, have a midnight snack."

Put the pasta and juice on the table, but there was no response from the other party, Misha was not discouraged, she walked around to him, met his unfriendly gaze, she smiled sweetly, leaned on the window sill, her legs They overlapped each other leisurely, looking slender and straight, "Just now, thank you."

"Hunter Alliance, we will keep a close watch on this place, and don't even think about flying in." His voice was still quite soft, although he wanted to maintain a polite and gentle attitude, but it was difficult for her to do so. like.

Misha muttered, then nodded slowly, "Maybe, should, maybe."

"Then do you know that the current situation is on the verge of breaking out?"

Misha thought for a while, then slowly nodded again, "Probably, almost, like."

An Rong looked into her eyes, drooped slowly, took a deep breath, and stroked the intertwined brows, "You may hurt them if you take the emotional matters as willful."

Misha froze, "What do you mean?" She couldn't care anymore, how he figured out the reason why she left Haitang Pavilion, but cared how what he said hurt them!

An Rong raised her eyes, "If you are here, you will undoubtedly become a bargaining chip."

"You want to take me as a hostage?" Misha couldn't believe it. At least, the result of her current observation is that although An Rong also has a cold and cruel side, he can still be called a gentleman.He didn't bother to do that kind of thing.

Seeing that she was thinking the same thing, An Rong said frankly, "It's not me who really wants to deal with them."

"Who is that?" Misha suddenly remembered something, and asked suspiciously, "Is that the commander?"

An Rong didn't speak. When he saw the noodles on the table, he thought for a while, and picked up the fork. When he took the first bite, he couldn't help raising his eyebrows, "It's very strong."

It was rare to hear his compliment, so Misha moved a chair and sat across from him, "It goes without saying, I'm the best at cooking pasta!"

He took a few more mouthfuls and asked slowly, "Is there anything you're not good at?"

Misha tilted her head, thought about it seriously, and spread her hands in embarrassment, "I really don't have any~"

He raised his eyes, squinted at her, said nothing, and ate his noodles again.From time to time, I would drink a few sips of juice, and it seemed that the taste of the juice was just right.

Misha saw it, and looked at him with a half-smile, "Hey, Mr. An, I'm very curious. How could a person like you return to the mercenary group?"

He never picks food, eats what he gives, has no complaints, and never puts on the airs of a nobleman to outsiders.It seems that there are still some chronic diseases in the body, but there is still a pathetic and sickly beauty all over the body, which should be the kind that makes the girls scramble for it regardless of their own safety.He is neither short of money nor lacking in power. After bringing down Tulie, he is the logical heir to Lafite's huge wealth!However, such a person, after joining the mercenary group, should be regarded as one of the best characters in it, which is really unbelievable.

An Rong raised her eyes and glanced at her, "Apart from making me a target of surveillance, did you come here to inquire about information?"

Misha curled her lips, "Forget it if you don't want to say it, I'm too lazy to listen!"

An Rong ignored her, as if any temptation was not as attractive as the food in front of her.

He ate the noodles very cleanly, even carefully forked the last one on the plate, and delivered it to his mouth gracefully.Finally, I picked up the juice again, took a few sips, then put it down, picked up a tissue to wipe the corners of my mouth.

Misha smiled, "It tastes good, doesn't it?"

He didn't speak, just nodded.But even if he denies it, it's useless. Nothing proves his liking more than the facts in front of him.

Misha narrowed her eyes and smiled teasingly, "Just say so if you like it, why are you so embarrassed?"

An Rong leaned back on the chair gracefully again, "When are you leaving?"

The smile on Misha's face froze again, she slapped the table, stood up and pointed at him, "An Rong, you crossed the river and demolished the bridge! Just now I ate the noodles I made, and in a blink of an eye, I turned my face and refused to recognize anyone and wanted to chase him away." Am I leaving? Let me tell you, if I don’t leave, I’m going to rely on you, what can you do to me?” As she spoke, she swept all the things on the table aside, and then, Lifting her hips, she sat on the table, crossed her legs and sat facing him.