High-priced new wife: mistakenly committed dangerous love madness

Seeing him open his eyes, Luo Anning wanted to withdraw his hand, but it was obviously too late, because Rong Yan's eyes became hot after being cloudy for the first second.

"An Ning, it's great that you finally came to see me." He said with a feeling of sigh, but also of happiness.

His voice was hoarse and low, with a touch of morbid weakness and tenderness.

It sounds like a gentle hand is gently plucking the heartstrings.

Luo Anning withdrew his hand indifferently, glanced elsewhere, and said in a cold and ruthless tone: "Yeah, let's see if you are dead. I can remarry after I die."

He struggled to get up, pulled out the needle with one hand, Luo Anning quickly reached out to hold him down, but he pulled out the needle first.

Luo Anning was annoyed: "What are you going crazy about? Didn't anyone tell you the common sense of getting an injection when you're sick? Pull out the needle? Do you dare to be more childish?!"

Young Master Rong lowered his head slightly, like a harmless little lamb at the moment, being reprimanded by her without making a sound or refuting, his long eyelashes cast a silhouette under his eyelids.

"Alcoholism? Do you really think that your stomach is made of iron and is invulnerable to all poisons? Isn't it very chic to drink alcohol? Why don't you continue, go out and drink right now, let me see how capable you are." Luo Anning Feeling puzzled, he simply took down the hanging bottles and threw them all into the trash can.

Rong Yan watched her face turn red with anger, her beautiful eyes gleamed with anger, her thin lips slowly curved into a charming arc, he lifted the quilt and got out of bed with some difficulty.

There was a flash of pain on the handsome face, and he quickly covered it up. Wearing a ridiculous hospital gown, he walked towards her step by step.

He reached out and took her into his arms, holding her carefully.

Luo Anning didn't like him, stretched out his hand to push him away, and said angrily, "Don't touch me!"

Unprepared, Rong Yan was pushed back and staggered, and fell to the side.

"Boom—" With a dull sound, Young Master Rong fell to the ground.

He wanted to get up, but it seemed that he couldn't do it. Cold sweat slipped from the corner of his forehead and dripped down his beautiful jaw.

Luo Anning's heart constricted for a while, so he couldn't care less about getting angry, and anxiously stepped forward to help him up, "Are you okay? Did you fall somewhere? Is there any pain?"

Rong Yan didn't get up, but instead embraced her, buried her head in her tender neck, and said in a hoarse voice, "Don't move, let me hug her, just a moment will be fine."

Luo Anning's whole body was stiff, hearing his weak tone made her feel very uncomfortable.

Why does she want to continue the quarrel with him and continue the cold war, but everyone has principles, and her principles cannot be easily changed.

Unless, he is willing to speak in person.

Otherwise, this status quo cannot be changed.

Rong Yan's thin lips seemed to be caressing her delicate skin, and his voice was soft and weak: "Honey, nothing happened between me and Mo Xiyan, trust me."

"Give me a reason, a reason to convince me to believe you." Luo Anning said calmly.

Rong Yan let out a low sigh that was barely audible, clasped the back of her head with one hand, and gently kissed her thin lips from the socket of her neck to her ear, "Okay, I told you not to be angry. The reason why I went to City B is because I found out that your infertility is actually just a good show jointly performed by Mo Xiyan and Bai Qi. After your miscarriage, Bai Qi has been treating you, and he knows everything about your illness. Make Mo Xiyan focus on you."