Heyday Love: A Heaven-sent Husband

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If he hadn't witnessed his indifference and cruelty with his own eyes, Anola would have been attracted by the style of a good man like him at home. +++ Mobile reading visit m.wuxiaspot.com

I don't know how long, Anola's stomach began to protest softly, and Roger brought the masterpiece he had prepared for a long time, and covered the mysterious dining plate tightly.

He successively served four plates, and cared for her with a bowl of rice.

He stared at her with affection, opened a chair next to her, and sat down next to her. "It's what you like to eat. I deliberately went to someone to learn it on the first day you came. It doesn't fit your appetite. "

Although that's what it says, Roger's resolute expression is clearly saying: Eat it! Definitely your appetite!

For some reason, Anola was disturbed. She hesitated to pick up the chopsticks, looked at Roger, and said, "How does Your Highness know what I like to eat?"

Roger slightly hooked his lips, bent his fingers and tapped her head gently, smiling: "Of course you told me."

Anola became more confused. How could she not remember that she had talked to Roger about this kind of thing, but seeing his integrity? She couldn't say anything else, so as not to anger him.

When Roger saw her talking carefully, she sighed, her voice a little sad: "Are you so scared of me? It's like I'm a monster."

I'm afraid that it's not just a flood beast, but also a moody bloodthirsty tyrant.

Anola smiled and said, "How can that happen? Your Highness is more attentive."

"Nora, in front of me, you don't have to pretend to be yourself. I have seen your flamboyant look. That's your cutest look, because then you are real. Do you understand?" Rogera passed her With her hand on her face, she felt the temperature from her palm.

Although Anola didn't know how true Roger's remarks were, how false. But he did wake her up.

She carefully recalled the days when she was in contact with Roger. Roger was indeed tolerant of her temper and was even happy to see her angry and disoriented. Instead, she was polite and disliked by Roger.

Perhaps this is what the king likes.

Seeing Ah Mei, Xu Xie, and Snake, they long for others to be honest with themselves.

But this may not be a good thing for Anola. On the one hand, you can do what you want, and it is more helpful to your own plan. On the other hand, she was greeted with a smiling demon with blood and deep hatred from time to time, and she was afraid that she could not help losing control.

"You don't have to stay deliberately dignified, you can be the most true self in front of me, this is the power that Roger Dorn gives you." Roger looked at her eyes affectionately, he hoped she could understand herself This mind, "gives you ... Norah ... alone."

He was glad she could reappear in front of her, but her indifference deeply hurt him. She always wore a thick camouflage, apparently once such a smart little girl.

"You can do anything?" Anola smiled down, with a thoughtful look.

Roger nodded steadfastly, affirming her statement: "Anything can be done."

The beauty suddenly raised a smile, and she was absolutely charming, and her tone was not as soft as before. She turned her head and looked back at him: "What is the condition? What is the condition that Your Royal Highness can let me do?"

"It's really my kitten, really smart." He seemed satisfied with Anola's keenness, and kissed the back of his hand like a reward. "There is only one condition, that is, you want to stay with me."

"Well ..." Anora groaned for a moment, looking lost in thought, "It sounds like a steady business, just ..."

Annola laughed even more loudly, and the whole person had stripped off his weak and dignified coat, looking dazzling.

"His Highness has only one condition, but I have many conditions." Annola pulled back her hand held by Roger, bent her index finger, and gently tapped the tabletop, making a rhythmic snoring sound, Like the rhythm of a heartbeat.

"Appreciate further details."

Roger likes her smile now. If he is her truest look, even if there is a little murder in it.

"His Royal Highness wants me to stay by your side ..." Annola tilted her head, looking charming, exuding a dangerous beauty, "What kind of identity do you want to stay?"

She opened her arms comfortably, stretched out a lazy waist, and smiled with a playful question: "I stay, Your Highness wants to cancel the engagement with the Frank family, can I?

"Of course, I said long ago that I have no relationship with Erin." Roger narrowed his eyes, like a leopard ready to stare, staring at his prey desperately, wanting to see if it was going to die What tricks can I play.

Anola didn't care much about the danger he showed. She just wanted to see where his bottom line was. She knew that it was just the beginning.

"Your Highness's engagement is not only between you and Miss Irene, right? I have also seen Miss Irene's means and strength, and want to come to the Frank family's strength can not be underestimated." Annola blinked playfully , Still with a sweet smile, "Your Highness for me ... Is it okay to sin the entire Frank family?"

"The only thing I have to do is the difference between wanting and not wanting, but not the difference between inability and inability." Roger "And you, will I stay if I break the marriage contract?"

Annorah was unconcerned, reaching for the first plate lid.

For a moment, the smile on her face froze.

Lettuce salad? What dish does she like?

She could not help but think of the large lettuce field that Ryan had seen when she took her to visit the manor.

Her eyes wandered back and forth between the remaining three plate lids, and she only cleared her throat a little awkwardly, and put the chopsticks in her hand without any traces. "Ryan is your arm?"

"You can say that." Roger was slightly disappointed to see that she didn't move the chopsticks.

Annola tangled her hair with her fingers, forcing herself to stop thinking about the **** lettuce leaf. "But Your Highness said that Ryan would kill me, and His Highness would kill him for me?"

"Jennifer was also my arm." Roger did not answer her doubts directly.

But the meaning is already clear, as long as Ryan starts, Jennifer is a living example.

"If Ryan killed me before you found it, wouldn't I have died a bit wrong?" Annoy shook his head pretentiously, seemingly a little dissatisfied with his answer.

"As long as you stay right by my side and stay in the manor, he won't have the chance to strike you." Roger's verbal threat could not be more obvious.

Anyway, he still had to circle her.

"Since I can do this, I can do that, right ..."

Want your life all right?

Anola gritted her teeth, and eventually swallowed the sentence. Her purpose was only to test the bottom line of Roger's tolerance for her, and she was not stupid enough to provoke him with such words.

"Can you go out for a meal?"

Roger looked at her doubtfully, and asked incredulously; "Don't you like this salad?"

"I don't like it very much." She also had a hunch, and she probably won't like the next three dishes.

"It's okay, I don't like salad

, And others, I also learned a few dishes from a famous chef who is said to be Apocalypse. Roger was unaware of her resistance and insisted on opening the remaining three sets.

They are: fried lettuce, fried beef tendon with lettuce, shredded shrimp with lettuce.

This feeling of being surrounded by lettuce momentarily made Anora uncomfortable.

"His Highness, I think you misunderstood. What I don't like is not salads, but lettuces." Along with the four green lettuces, Anola felt that her face should be a little green at the moment, "and it was very Hate lettuce. "

"How could this be ..." Roger muttered to himself, "you say you like lettuce very much."

Anola heard a whisper of his confusion as well. She hated lettuce the most since she was young. It was absolutely impossible to tell Roger that she liked lettuce.

I still remember that because she hated lettuce when she was a child, her mother worried that she would develop a bad problem with picky eaters. She took this "Lettuce Girl" every day and told her again every night before going to bed.

As a result, not only did she not like lettuce because of this, she also became increasingly disgusted with lettuce ...

Fortunately, my mother saw that she had no other problem besides resolutely refusing to eat lettuce, so she did not embarrass her any more, and her lettuce she hated never went to her table.

But the fairy tale "Girl Lettuce" successfully stayed on her bedside, and from time to time her mother would open it and read it again and again. Mother's voice was very gentle, and she read the book gently. She was always lying on her side next to young Anola, and while she was telling a story, she freed her hand and patted Anola gently.

Anola quietly lay in her mother's arms to listen to the story. She often felt that her mother was the princess in those fairy tales. Unlike Anola, Anola's mother has beautiful blond hair. It is said that she is a descendant of a noble family from far away Europe, and her eyes are beautiful blue. Anora is similar to her mother except her facial features and complexion, her hair color and pupil color follow her father.

When the mother talked about Lettuce Girl dropping her long blond hair from the tower, the little Anola couldn't help but look at her long hair enviously, and sometimes touched it with her little hand. At that time His mother always smiled and spoiled.

Thinking of her mother's tenderness when reading for her, Anola's eyes were uncontrollably misted. Her original good life was easily ruined, and that person was sitting in front of her at this moment, but she couldn't take revenge for her parents now.

She pretended to rub her eyes inadvertently, and took the opportunity to shred tears and killings into her amber pupils.

"Nora, don't you really want to eat these things? Didn't you say that you like lettuce the most?" Roger's two eyebrows twisted deeply, his voice filled with sorrow. The book on your bedside has been turned back and forth so many times, and the feet are worn out. "

Anola seemed to understand something.

"Book? You mean that" lettuce girl "?" She asked tentatively.

An inexplicable joy flashed from Roger's eyes when he heard this sentence: "Yes, that's the book! You remember, why did you lie to me to say no?"

Anola was speechless for a while, crying and laughing.

"I just like that story, it doesn't mean I like the book."

She felt vaguely that something was wrong with Roger, and she really couldn't tell where it made her feel wrong.

She did not have in-depth contact with Roger, and it was impossible to tell him these things, but Roger was always very firm when talking about her preferences, which made her more confused.

Suddenly Ryan once said something in her mind:

"Perhaps it seems from the book, Your Highness is very kind to you."