High-priced new wife: mistakenly committed dangerous love madness

Luo Anning was taken aback, and put down the candied fruit, Jiang Peihua was also taken aback, lowered his head and muttered: "Which song did that brat sing?"

"Mom, what are you talking about?" Luo Anning couldn't hear clearly.

Jiang Peihua laughed quickly, "I didn't say anything, but that brat, who dared to run out of the hospital before he recovered, deserves a beating."

Christine glanced at Luo Anning, and found that although she hid it well, her flickering eyes still revealed her nervousness when she looked outside the door from time to time.

He waved his hand and said lightly, "Please come in."

The butler took the order and hurried out. After a while, a tall and tall figure walked in from outside.

The degree of familiarity is like going back to your own living room.

Young Master Rong saw Luo Anning sitting on the sofa at a glance, his eyes lit up instantly, "Anning."

After finishing the words, he honestly and unceremoniously sat down next to her, held her shoulder possessively with one hand, looked at the soup bowl in front of her, and softened his voice: "...so hungry."

"Cough, cough, cough..." Christine on the opposite side coughed violently, and Catherine quickly pulled out a few tissues and brought them to his lips, asking him to spit out the grapes.

Young Master Rong turned his head, his eyes swishing straight at him.

Christine hooked the corners of her lips provocatively, and looked back at him without showing any weakness: Why do big men pretend to be pitiful, despise him!

Rong Shao's phoenix eyes are well versed: If you want to take care of it, get out of here!

Christine narrowed her eyes secretly: Look clearly, this is Lao Tzu's territory!Do you have a share to speak?

Young Master Rong's eyes were burning with these two clusters of raging flames. Just as he was about to fight back, his arm was pulled, and soft words of concern rang in his ears: "What's wrong?"

The beast became docile and poultry in a second, Young Master Rong turned his head, his eyes soft, "I'm hungry."

Jiang Peihua pointed to Luo Anning's leftover tonic soup on the coffee table, "Where is there some food left, let's eat."

Young Master Rong pursed his lips, and turned his face away in disgust. No matter how hungry you are, you can be picky eaters, okay?

Is he able to get rid of the leftovers of other people casually?

If Young Master Rong knew that the leftovers of other people in his mouth were leftovers from his wife, I don't know what he would think...

Luo Anning sighed, and stood up: "Wait, I'll go to the kitchen to get you something to eat. Is tomato egg noodles okay?"

"How can I let you do it, you are pregnant." Rong Shao frowned, disapproving.

After finishing speaking, Young Master Rong shot at Christine with a swishing knife: "What are you doing in the cold, let your cook cook with me, and stop enslaving my wife!"

Christine received the message in his eyes, raised her eyebrows, and said lazily, "An Ning, don't forget to make sweet and sour fish for me. Catherine will help you."

Christine Luo Anning knew that the level of picky eaters was as outrageous as Rong Yan's, but she was only fond of the sweet and sour fish dish.

Nodding, Luo Anning and Catherine walked into the kitchen one after another to serve the two uncles.

Rong Shaojiang Peihua and Christine were left in the living room for a while, and the scene was a little awkward.

"Hello." Young Master Rong clenched his fist and coughed, reluctantly speaking.

Christine looked at him, ignored him, and peeled the grapes to eat.

Jiang Peihua slapped Rong Shao's back mercilessly, and Rong Shao exaggeratedly cried out in pain. Jiang Peihua glared at him: "I don't have any manners, who are you calling?"

"Puchi..." Christine couldn't help but burst out laughing, looking like she was gloating at the show.