Hidden Marriage President

Regarding the rumors of her "marriage" with An Rong, Misha actually didn't pay much attention to it. She knew that someone would solve it for them.

An Rong has never mentioned this matter since then, as if nothing had happened, and Misha found that he went out less and less, completely in the rhythm of an otaku.

Because of the closer relationship, Misha and him are no longer so estranged. When they are bored, they will often break into his study room. There is a whole wall of bookshelves that collect many books from all over the world.Looking at this posture, Misha even suspected that he planned to set up camp here for many years, which would not be a pleasant thing for everyone in Haitang Pavilion.

Misha walked in sharply. An Rong was reading a book on the recliner. When she saw her, she just raised her eyes.Misha held the coffee cup and walked to the bookshelf, picked it up, picked one at random, sat on the sofa, put down the cup, hugged the book, opened a few pages, her eyes brightened, and she smiled a few times. Make a sound, widen your eyes, and stare carefully.

An Rong put down the book, glanced at her, and said helplessly, "Those whores are not just for lust."

"Who said I care about adultery? I'm reading a literary masterpiece~" Misha didn't even lift her eyes.

An Rong got 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 bookshelves and put the books on the highest shelf. In terms of height, he was already much taller than Misha. He stretched his arms to put the books, even if she jumped up, she couldn't reach them. arrive.

"Ah, Mr. An, I am also an older young woman who is about to be in her third year. Is there any book that I can't read?" Misha was so depressed. She didn't even touch meat, but Before he had time to drink the soup, he confiscated it!

He turned around and looked at Misha with a half-smile, "Your expression on reading is so obscene."

"Me? Wretched?!" Misha heard someone describe her like this for the first time, and she insisted on stopping him to clarify, "Where am I so wretched? I call it advocating literature, okay?"

An Rong raised her eyebrows, pulled out a book on economics, and stuffed it into her arms, "This book is suitable for you."

Seeing the title of the book, Misha threw it aside in disgust, "I don't want it." Before taking care of the company for Lin Yueer, she was already exhausted, so she didn't want to touch this kind of thing again!

An Rong didn't say anything, just smiled and went back to sit down.

Misha was so bored, she followed him, picked up the pen on the table and twirled it around, occasionally hearing the sound of the pen falling on 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 flickered slightly, she fled a bit of avoidance, turned around and leaned against the table, "I..."

What to say?

Said she was afraid of seeing him when she went back?

Misha couldn't say it, and she has 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, got up and came to her, put his hands on her shoulders, not allowing her to evade to stare at her, and said, "Such a cheerful face, no It should be covered by a cloud of gloom."

Misha looked up at him, and said with a smile, "Please, Mr. An, such a literary way is really not suitable for you."

An Rong raised the corners of her lips, and said lightly, "When there is still a chance to make amends and work hard, you have to be desperate, otherwise, when it is really irreparable, what stays will only be regrets. That's how much you will do in the future. There is no way to make up for this happiness.”

Misha's heart trembled, she thought of what Xiaoyue had said to her.

She only thought about her own feelings, but did she think about Mi En?

She lowered her head, her mind turned a thousand times, and suddenly, she gritted her teeth, raised her head and smiled at An Rong, with a bright and moving smile, "I understand!" Turning around, she ran out, "Mr. An, thank you!"

Looking at her back, An Rong smiled lightly.

When I turned around, looking at the empty study room, I suddenly felt that it seemed a bit too quiet here...

Suddenly, his legs went limp, and he knelt down on the ground with a "plop". Fortunately, he reacted quickly and supported himself with his hands so as not to hit his head.Then, there was another searing pain in his chest, and his breathing became short, with his mouth open, gasping for breath...

"By the way, Mr. An, lend me your car..."

Misha, who had gone back and forth, just opened the door when she saw An Rong collapsed on the ground. She was startled, dropped her bag and rushed over, "An Rong! What's wrong with you?"

Beads of sweat kept oozing from An Rong's forehead, and he opened his mouth, but it seemed that he couldn't breathe, and there was a difficult sucking sound in his throat.His pale face was flushed with swelling, and he pointed at the desk, "That...there..."

"Is there medicine, right?!" Misha didn't dare to delay any more, rushed to the drawer, opened it, and kept searching, "Where is it? What does it look like? Damn, that guy Yu Yi Where did you go?!"

Suddenly, she saw the respirator.

Misha immediately took it out, ran over, and put it on An Rong's nose and mouth, "Hurry up!"

An Rong held the respirator and breathed hard. Every time he breathed, it could be seen how desperately he was trying to survive.

Finally, his breathing gradually stabilized, and his blushing gradually receded, but his whole body seemed to be limp, and he fell into Misha's arms.

Misha's hanging heart seemed to have dropped, she supported him, and carefully took off the respirator, "How is it? Do you want to go to the hospital?"

He shook his head vigorously, and then raised his eyes. Although a little blurred, the depth in his eyes was obvious.

Gazing at her, he said, "You can just keep it up..."

Misha glared at him, "Who do you think I am?"

He struggled to get up, but he didn't have any strength in his whole body, and his muscles hurt badly, especially the muscles in his legs. When he moved it, it hurt like a cramp.

"Don't move!" Seeing his frowning in pain, Misha stopped him, and said without any refusal, "If you don't want to go to the hospital, be good now!"

An Rong wanted to laugh, but she just twitched the corners of her mouth and said softly, "You are fierce."

He was fierce, without the gentleness of a woman, but for no reason, he was very comfortable.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm terribly fierce, so, are you scared?" Misha struggled to kneel, so she simply sat on the ground and put his head on her lap, which would also make him feel better .

He chuckled softly, "Those who are afraid don't know how to appreciate."

Misha pursed her red lips and teased, "Like, don't you know how to appreciate those whores?"