110. Chapter 110 Wife, Come Home with Me【5】

So, she said goodbye calmly and asked him to let go.

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During the days when Luo Anning was hospitalized, Mo Qiange and Lu Momo took turns staying in the ward to take care of her. Tang Chao flew back to China the next day, but Rong Shao still stayed.

Before Du Xiaoran could wait for Luo Anning to be discharged from the hospital, he was invited back by Du Ju.

Mo Qiange had an apartment in London. In his spare time, he would ask his servants to make some nourishing soup, and then send Luo Anning to the hospital.

Every time Mr. Rong saw how meticulously he treated Luo Aning, he felt very unhappy. Why did his wife want him to be taken care of by an outsider?

"An Ning, this is the freshly stewed soup for you, drink it while it's hot." Mo Qiange took the soup out of the thermos box and put it in a small bowl, then picked up a spoon and fed it to her.

Luo Anning smelled the mellow aroma of the soup and couldn't help but praise: "It smells so good."

"Of course, Mrs. Zhang is a servant specially brought by Qiange from China. It is said that she was a nutritionist before." Lu Momo interrupted proudly.

Luo Anning smiled and opened his mouth to drink the soup Mo Qiange fed him. Rong Shao on the side raised the corners of his lips wickedly and smiled so hard that he wanted to beat him: "Does it smell good? Let me have a taste."

After saying that, before everyone could react, he reached out and grabbed the bowl from Mo Qian's singer, and started drinking from the rim of the bowl with his thin coral red lips.

"Rong Yan, you—!" Luo Anning looked at his shameless appearance and really wanted to slap him to death.

Can he be more shameless? She is a patient, a patient! !

No matter how hungry or thirsty he is, is there any need to snatch the soup from a patient? ! !

Is it necessary!

"I know my name is nice, but if you call me a little gentler, I think I'll like it more." Young Master Rong said shamelessly and without limits, reaching for the thermos box, pouring out all the soup inside, and tilting his neck, Drink it all!

"Master Rong, what do you mean? This is the soup I prepared for An Ning. Why did Master Rong drink it all?" Mo Qiange was so angry that his teeth gritted loudly. Luo An Ning was really afraid that he would not care. He hesitated and bit out a bloody hole in Young Master Rong's neck.

"That's right, that's right." Lu Momo agreed, hiding behind Mo Qiange. When he caught Rong Shao's sharp gaze, he retracted his head like an ostrich.

Young Master Rong is the scariest thing...

Young Master Rong raised his lips and smiled. His phoenix eyes glanced around Luo An Ning's face, and finally stopped on Luo An Ning's face. "What did Mr. Mo say? Luo An Ning is my wife, and what's hers is mine. Drinking this little soup doesn't matter." What? Mr. Mo is really rare and strange."

"Rong Yan, are you still shameless? Are you proud of robbing a patient?" Luo Anning gave him a sharp look, really wanting to know how his young master Rong's brain was structured. Only then can he be so shameless.

Whatever is hers is his, so why not say that all his is hers?

He calls me "wife, wife," as if they are very familiar with each other. At best, it's just that they have slept with each other a few times. Are they friendly? !

Young Master Rong angrily slammed the bowl on the bed table, "Luo Anning, seeing as you are a patient, I won't care about you."

After saying that, he turned his head away from her, clearly out of sight.

At this time, Xu Zhiyuan, who was ordered to go to the hotel to buy chicken soup, came back. He ran into the ward with an insulated box and huffed and puffed: "Rong, Mr. Rong, chicken, chicken soup is here."