"Hey, you're up!" Mr. Rong stood beside the bed, putting one hand in his pocket and pushing the woman who was sleeping soundly with the other.

"Don't disturb me..." Luo Anning muttered, turned sideways, and continued to sleep soundly.

Young Master Rong was furious, this damn woman!

Looking at her little face that was flushed from sleep, Mr. Rong got a bad taste. He smiled, picked up a pillow and pressed it on her face.

Her breathing was blocked and the oppressive feeling of suffocation came over her. Luo Anning was forced to wake up and pushed the things in front of her with both hands. Rong Yan let go of the pillow when he knew she was awake.

As soon as he got a breath, Luo Anning half-sited up and pressed his chest with one hand, breathing in oxygen greedily.

Looking at the man with a devilish smile on his lips, she picked up the pillow and threw it at him bitterly: "Are you sick? Don't you know that covering someone with a pillow will kill them?"

Almost, almost she thought she had gone back to the past, to those days of darkness.

"Why, are you angry?" Rong Yan didn't expect her reaction to be so violent, and his handsome face turned slightly cold for a moment.

"More than just being angry, get out of here. Get out of there without stopping! It's best not to let me see you again."

Mr. Rong shrugged his shoulders, looking helpless, and said flatly: "I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you. You are my wife, so it makes sense for you not to see me."

"Don't you have a mysophobia? Don't you hate women approaching? Why can't it work with me?" Luo Anning gritted his teeth, really wanting to tear the dazzling smile on his face into pieces.

"Because you are my wife, if it works for you, how can you create the next generation." Young Master Rong turned around gracefully and walked out the door, "Grandpa called and asked us to go back to Rong Mansion for dinner. You still have ten minutes to prepare. .”

As soon as I left the bedroom, I unexpectedly heard someone screaming behind me.

"Ah——! Rong Yan, you are a bastard who pretends to be a beast in human skin, a shameless bastard, a scum——"

An hour and a half later, the extended Lincoln motorcade slowly drove into the majestic Rong Mansion.

Rong Gongguan, which covers an area of ​​several thousand hectares, covers almost the entire mountain.

The mansion is equipped with complete entertainment and fitness facilities. Gardens, woods, green lawns, fountains and artificial waterfalls make the Rong Mansion beautifully decorated.

It feels like walking into an extremely luxurious royal building.

The Rong Mansion in Nuo Da has thousands of servants alone, and the number of accompanying black-clad people and bodyguards responsible for security is even greater.

From the details to the general outline, everything reflects the luxury and power of Asia's richest man.

As soon as Young Master Rong's Lincoln motorcade entered the large gilded and carved iron gate, there were guards in soldiers' uniforms lined up to welcome them. The motorcade drove along the tree-lined avenue for nearly twenty minutes before arriving in front of the main house.

The butler, Uncle Zhang, dressed in a tuxedo, with a British pocket watch hanging on his chest and white gloves on his hands, led the indoor servants out to greet him.

Rong Yan got out of the car and put one hand into the car. Luo Anning was startled, then put her hand into his clean palm and let him lead her out of the car.

"Good evening, Mr. Rong, young mistress. The old man and Mrs. Rong have been waiting for a long time." Uncle Zhang said with a smile.

Rong Yan nodded and responded softly. Luo Anning, who was also a housekeeper like Uncle Zhang, responded with a friendly smile: "Thank you for your hard work, Uncle Zhang."

"No, no, the young lady really upset me. This is all my duty and obligation, no hard work, no hard work." Uncle Zhang said, leading the two people into the room.

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