High-priced new wife: mistakenly committed dangerous love madness

Xin Chang's body was leaning against the wall, his head was thrown back, white smoke sprayed out from his coral-red thin lips, and gradually diffused into the air.

He didn't know how many cigarettes he smoked, how long it took, and when Aunt Li came down, he threw away the cigarette butt in his hand, stamped it out with his toe, looked at Aunt Li with his phoenix eyes, and asked silently.

Mrs. Li held the tray and shook her head at him: "Well, the young mistress only took a few bites, so I'll take the rest away."

Rong Yan nodded, and went upstairs dejectedly. Aunt Li looked at his disappearing back and shook her head helplessly.

One is not happy in the bedroom, and the other is not necessarily in a good mood downstairs.

Alas, how did these two people manage to make it like this?

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At five o'clock in the morning, Luo Anning was extremely thirsty, and she left the bedroom sleepily to go downstairs to drink water.

As soon as she opened the door, she was shocked when she saw the person standing across the corridor!

I don't know how much he smoked, the corridor was full of pungent smoke smell, he leaned his back against the wall, lowered his head, and held a lit cigarette between his fingertips.

At his feet, there were cigarette butts scattered all over the floor.

Luo Anning frowned slightly, and when he heard the sound of the door opening, Rong Yan suddenly raised his head, and the eyes of the two collided in the air.

There was obvious fatigue on his face, and his eyes were bloodshot. Seeing her coming out, Rong Yan immediately threw away the cigarette in his hand and took two steps towards her.

On the way, as if he remembered something, he froze in place.

Luo Anning didn't know how to describe her current mood, she was obviously angry with him, but seeing him standing in front of the bedroom door smoking all night, her heart still throbbed uncontrollably.

Seeing that she was not moving, Rong Yan didn't dare to get close to her easily, his phoenix eyes stared at her, "Why do you get up so early? Is there something uncomfortable?"

The magnetic voice was hoarse from smoking all night.

Luo Anning glanced at him, and went downstairs without saying a word, Rong Yan was startled, and followed her downstairs.

He poured water in the kitchen, and just took a sip when he saw Rong Yan leaning against the kitchen door and looking at her.

Looking into his deep eyes coldly, Luo Anning choked a mouthful of water into her trachea, and suddenly coughed violently.

Rong Yan strode forward, supported her with one hand and patted her quilt with the other, with a worried tone: "Why are you so careless, you can choke on drinking water."

Luo Anning choked uncomfortably, her face flushed from coughing, and when she felt him approaching, she immediately pushed him away and stared at him.

Rong Yan pursed his lips, stretched out his hand and hugged her involuntarily, clasped her waist tightly with one hand, preventing her from moving, and still patted her on the back with the other hand.

"An Ning, stop making trouble, okay? Let's not quarrel, okay?"

After coughing until the jaundiced water was about to come out, she finally coughed up the water in her trachea. Luo Anning put her hands on the edge of the counter, panting heavily.

Hearing what he said, she didn't show much expression. She pulled his hand across her waist away, walked to the sink and turned on the tap to wash her hands.

After turning off the water, a clean white handkerchief was handed to her, and Rong Yan's dark obsidian-like eyes looked at her shiningly, with a hint of caution at the bottom.

No need, no need, Luo Anning angrily took the handkerchief and wiped his hands, threw it back into his hand, turned and walked out, without saying a word to him the whole time.

Going upstairs to the bedroom, Luo Anning was about to close the door with his backhand, but Rong Yan stepped in first and kicked the door behind him.