High-priced new wife: mistakenly committed dangerous love madness

Although Luo Anning already knew it in her heart, she still couldn't help but feel a little sour. The two of them were first love and first night, but they were all good memories!

"Hmph..." Disdainful, he snorted sourly.

Rong Yan added a sentence unhurriedly: "Perhaps you should thank her for training your husband with your youth. Rather than being my first woman, it would be better to be my last woman, what do you think?"

Luo Anning said angrily, "Then may I ask, which woman is lucky enough to be the last woman of your Young Master Rong?"

"You heartless!" Knocking her head mercilessly, "You tell me, who is my last woman, huh?"

"Hiss—" Luo Anning sucked in air, stiffened her neck and said, "You want to murder!"

"Murder? How is that possible? Killing is rape. Killing!"

Luo Anning's eyes were wide open, looking at his handsome face full of coquettish smiles, it took him a long time to hold back a few words: "You pervert!"

"The pervert asks you now, who is the last woman of the pervert?"

"I don't know." Turning his head away, he hummed.

"Don't you know?" The man passed through her armpit with one hand, hit her soft peaks, and rubbed them wantonly.

"Hmm..." A low moan escaped, Luo Anning quickly held down his hand that was acting out of control, and hesitated for a long time: "...it couldn't be... me?"

"What do you think?" Young Master Rong asked in the usual style, always cheap!

Luo Anning said contemptuously: "I know it's me, but you don't dare to admit it, I'll make it up for you."

Young Master Rong took a step back and jokingly said, "Why, are you so confident in yourself?"

Who was still suspicious just now?

Now he is so confident, it seems like a different person.

Women... really are magical animals.

Luo Anning snorted, but didn't say a word, there were only two women in front of him, wasn't it Mo Xiyan, was it her?

Although she is not feeling well in her heart, she is not so stupid that she can't make up her mind, okay?

At this time, the mobile phone placed on the bed cabinet suddenly rang, which seemed particularly abrupt in the middle of the night.

Young Master Rong wanted to say something else, but when he heard the ringtone, he frowned subconsciously, Luo Anning reached out to stroke his brow, and joked with a smile: "Okay, Young Master Rong, isn't it just a phone call, do you need to worry so much? Don't wrinkle, if you wrinkle again, you will look like a little old man..."

After speaking, Luo Anning turned to answer the phone.

Rong Shao was stunned in place, little old man?

him?

joke!

Who has seen such a handsome and unparalleled little old man? !

"What did you say?!" Just after picking up the phone, the smile on his face hadn't faded, Luo Anning uttered in surprise, and the decibel rose involuntarily.

Rong Yan frowned, stepped forward a few times, and hugged her, "What's wrong?"

Luo Anning's face was full of anxiety and worry, and he said anxiously to the other end of the phone: "Why did you tell me now?!... I see, you should coax him well first, and make sure he drinks a little bit! I will immediately Hurry back! Remember, take care of him..."

Hearing this, Rong Yan more or less guessed that something happened to his precious son. Sure enough, as soon as Luo Anning hung up the phone, he paced back and forth a few times anxiously and in a daze, then rushed to the closet Pack clothes.

"What happened to Xiaoshuai?" Seeing that she almost hit the closet, Rong Yan quickly pulled her into his arms to protect her.

Luo Anning took a deep breath, her eyes were flushed, and her heart was filled with anxiety: "Xiaoshuai doesn't drink milk, it's been almost a day..."