Priceless New Bride: Accidentally Offending The Dangerous CEO (Priceless New Bride)

With her poor taste in wine, something will happen if she gets drunk!

"Now there's something good to watch." Tang Chao gloated at Luo An'ing, and whistled loudly in a good mood.

"Young Master Rong, Young Master Rong is drunk, so..." The man couldn't help but explain when he saw Rong Yan walking forward angrily.

Young Master Rong didn't even look at him, but simply pulled away his hand, grabbed Luo An Ning and pulled him down. Mo Qiange exclaimed: "An Ning!"

Luo Anning's body fell heavily to the ground with a muffled sound. Suddenly, more than a dozen people in the corridor looked at this scene without daring to breathe.

Luo Anning was in pain and gradually regained some sense. When she saw Rong Yan looking down at her with an angry face, looking at herself lying on the ground, her mind turned around, and she got up.

He yelled at Rong Yan, "Rong Yan, did you take the wrong medicine?!"

Her spine hit the ground, and it was still burning with pain. She couldn't swallow this anger.

"Luo Anning, what the hell are you going to tell me again?" Rong Yan was angry, his tall body approached her, and he looked at her with eyes as hard as ice.

"Crazy! I don't want to argue with you, get out of the way!" Luo Anning rubbed his aching back. Seeing so many people in the corridor, she didn't want to continue arguing with him, so she reached out to push him away and left.

"What, you know it's embarrassing now? Aren't you very happy and satisfied just now when you shamelessly cuddled with a man in public? You are a lowly woman!" Rong Yan sneered coldly and spoke ruthlessly.

"Snapped--"

Luo Anning shook off her numb hand, looked at the clear slap marks on Rong Yanjun's face, and said unwillingly: "Rong Yan, you are shameless!"

With a dull pain on his face, Rong Yan stared at her, as if he couldn't believe that this woman dared to hit him in full view of everyone.

His eyes suddenly turned cold, and his handsome face was gloomy with a hint of a storm coming. He clasped her neck with his big palm, took a few steps forward and pressed her against the wall. Rong Yan said coldly: "Luo Luo." An Ning, you are seeking death!"

The neck was pinched, and the air he breathed became less and less. Luo Anning opened his mouth slightly, and opened his fingers with both hands. Rong Yan's lips curved into a bloodthirsty smile, cold and cold.

"Asshole, let me go... cough cough..." Luo Anning's face turned red and gradually turned purple.

Mo Qiange watched anxiously from the side, stuffing Lu Momo into the arms of a man next to her, striding forward and grabbing Rong Yan's wrist, her tone turned cold: "Let her go."

Rong Yan curled his lips, "What qualifications do you have to ask me to let go?"

Mo Qiange's eyes darkened, "Just because I am her friend, I don't want anyone to hurt her in front of me."

"Friend?" Rong Yan sneered, looked straight into his eyes, and said contemptuously: "Who believes it?"

While the two of them were talking, Luo Anning was taking in less air and outgoing more air, and his body fell limply along the wall.

Mo Qiange was startled. Regardless of whether she might offend the man in front of her, she opened his wrist and took An Ning's fallen body into her arms.

"An Ning, how are you?" he asked anxiously.

"Cough cough cough... cough cough..." After a violent cough, Luo Anning finally regained his breath and gasped deeply.

After such a fuss, she sobered up. Looking at Rong Yan, who was as cold-blooded and ruthless as Satan in front of her, she smiled nonchalantly: "Qiange, I'm fine."