The handsome face was so gloomy that it was terrifying. The phoenix eyes glanced around her face with sharp eyes, as if confirming something. After a while, he said to the servant behind him: "You all go down."

"Yes, Mr. Rong." The servant bent over respectfully and took him to the door to leave.

Before the panic on Luo Anning's face could be restrained, Rong Yan approached her step by step. She subconsciously took two steps back, her wrists suddenly tightened, and her body was pulled into her arms by him.

Luo Anning struggled: "What are you doing? Let me go!"

"Why don't you eat dinner?" he asked, one arm tightly clasping her waist.

"No appetite."

Rong Yan's eyes drooped, "I bought your favorite soup dumplings and fried dumplings, and eat some?"

"I said I had no appetite." Luo Anning pushed him irritably.

Her heart was in a mess, and a breath of despair enveloped her. She was powerless and in trouble. She didn't even know what to do next.

"Eat a little bit, you will like it." Rong Yan said, and pulled her to sit down on the sofa.

"Are you finished? I said I don't want to eat, I want to eat it yourself! I'm very annoyed now. Can you go out and let me be quiet alone?!" Luo Anning pushed him without knowing where the strength came from.

One handful.

Rong Yan was not careful and was pushed and staggered, almost falling down.

A hint of surprise flashed in Luo Anning's eyes, and then he turned his back and stopped looking at him.

After living for twenty-seven years, no one dared to shy his face like this. Rong Yan gritted his teeth, stood firm, and his handsome face was horrifyingly gloomy.

With a long arm swing, all the soup dumplings on his hand fell to the ground, "If you like it, no one would like to eat it, no one would ask you!"

After the words came, he slammed the door and left.

The soup dumplings scattered on the ground flowed out, and the bedroom was filled with the aroma of food.

Luo Anning seemed to have all her strength removed, and she fell to the ground, looking at the crescent moon in the night through the floor-to-ceiling window.

The mind is wandering.

…………

All night, I woke up in a daze, and then fell asleep.

The next morning, Luo Anning dared to go to the hospital before Rong Yan went to the company.

Because she didn't want to meet her, she deliberately avoided her. Before she could think about whether she should confess and tell him, she could only choose to escape.

When he arrived at the hospital, Mo Xiyan had already gotten up and was sitting on the sofa, and was clumsy drinking porridge with her left hand under the care of her care.

Seeing her come in, Mo Xiyan chuckled: "Why did you come so early today?"

"To show gratitude, I thought it was human nature to come earlier." Luo Anning sat down on the other end of the sofa.

After Mo Xiyan finished drinking the porridge, she wiped the corners of her lips and asked her caretaker to leave.

She looked at Luo Anning with a calm mood and smiled faintly: "Actually, you don't have to take care of me personally. The reason why I saved you was because Yan was to save you."

"The reason why I am grateful to you and come to take care of you personally is because I don't want Rong Yan to take care of women other than me." Luo Anning replied to her coldly.

"Don't you like him, too?" Mo Xiyan chuckled, and didn't say anything to her anymore. She rang the bell and asked her guard to help her go for a walk in the yard.

All day long, Luo Anning sat absent-mindedly on the sofa. At noon, Mrs. Li brought food. She also ate a few bites and put down her chopsticks, saying she had no appetite.

Mrs. Li saw it and was anxious, but she had no choice.
Chapter completed!