Waves of pity spread to her limbs and bones, and I wanted to rub her into my arms and love her well.

And Young Master Rong did just that. He took her body into his arms with a long arm, covered her eyes with his palms, blocked her sight, and said in a low voice: "Don't cry, even if you want to cry, you have to Hold on to me!"

He despises women's tears the most, especially hers. When those beautiful, watery eyes are slightly stained with mist, he immediately feels like he doesn't look like himself anymore.

"Who wants to cry? Stop talking nonsense!" Luo Anning's head was pressed in his arms, and a muffled voice came.

"Whoever responds is the one who says it."

"Rong Yan, you bastard!"

"I know." Young Master Rong smiled invulnerably.

Luo An Ning quickly raised her head from his arms. Because of the height difference, she had to hold her head high to look at him. After thinking about it, she felt that this seemed to be a lack of confidence, so she stepped back three steps. Then he looked at him with satisfaction.

She confidently pointed her slender index finger at him and said, "Rong Yan, you are not ashamed but proud!"

"Look at you, you're so cute!" Mr. Rong took two steps forward with his long legs, picked her up in his arms like a little chicken, and led her towards the restaurant.

When Sister-in-law Li saw the two people coming in, she rubbed her hands and looked at Young Master Rong uneasily, and then at Luo Anning, fearing that Young Master Rong would get angry and break Luo Anning's little neck.

However, Rong Shaofeng's eyes glanced at the extremely simple food on the table. Apart from the slight raise of his eyebrows, there was no sign of anger.

"Luo Anning, is this how you complete the task of making dinner for you?" Young Master Rong sat at the head of the dining table and glanced at the steaks on the dining table.

"I don't have much appetite to eat. Who asked you to ask me to cook dinner? I don't want to eat it. Naturally, you have to follow mine." Luo Anning picked up the borscht in the small bowl and drank it in small sips.

Young Master Rong didn't say anything and took up the soup to drink. When Luo Anning put down the soup bowl and picked up the knife and fork to cut the steak, Young Master Rong pushed the steak in front of her in front of her.

"Cut it for me."

Luo An Ning put down her knife and fork, and glared angrily at Young Master Rong, who had a matter-of-fact expression beside her. "Rong Yan, do you have any gentlemanly manners? If I want to cut it, you can cut it for me, right?"

"There is such a thing as gentlemanliness, which I have never had since I was a child. Just cut it if you are told. There is so much nonsense."

Yes, he is the boss!

Just cut it!

Luo Anning was frightened and thought of beating him up, so she picked up the knife and fork and cut the steak fiercely as if to vent her hatred.

Finally, she pushed it in front of him and said angrily: "It's cut, eat it."

Mr. Rong smiled with satisfaction, raised his hand and patted her head as if to reward: "You're so good."

Be good, sister! Be good!

I was forced, okay?

Luo Anning's heart felt like ten thousand grass and mud horses galloping past.

"The steak is old." Rong Shao took a bite and said with a frown.

Luo Anning: "..."

"Forget it when you're old, it's still not tasty."

Luo Anning clenched her fists, ren!

Pushing aside the steak, Young Master Rong ate the vegetable salad. His handsome eyebrows furrowed again: "There is too much salad dressing, which takes away the flavor."

Luo Anning: "..."

I dare you, the eldest young master, to make such a choice, then let the head chef do it!

The dinner ended with Rong Shao's nitpicking.

The sky was already dark, and as if on time, the bodyguard outside the door came in to report after the two had finished dinner.

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