Luo Anning smiled proudly, put away her cell phone, took her bag, and walked leisurely behind the two of them, her steps brisk, so relaxed.

Luo Anning wanted to send Young Master Rong back to his apartment, but she didn't want Feng Churui to let her go back to the mansion as soon as she got in the car. In desperation, she had no choice but to go back to the mansion.

After more than 20 minutes of driving, they returned to the Haoting Mansion. Feng Churui helped Mr. Rong, who was very drunk, to go in. Because it was early in the morning and all the servants had rested, the villa was extremely quiet.

The two servants on night duty were happy for An Ning when they saw Young Master Rong coming back. Luo An Ning asked them to prepare some hangover soup, and they both turned around and went into the kitchen to tinker.

"Which bedroom is it?" Feng Churui helped Mr. Rong go upstairs, stood in front of the corridor, and turned to ask her.[

Luo Anning quickly walked a few steps past him and opened the bedroom door, "This is it."

After Feng Churui laid Young Master Rong on the bed, he exhaled and pulled his tie. Luo Anning immediately poured him a glass of water, and he drank it after thanking him softly.

Mr. Rong is lying on the bed

It is undeniable that God has a special preference for him, and he has a good skin. It is not an exaggeration to call him a disaster.

Feng Churui noticed her gaze and frowned invisibly, then relaxed and put down the water glass, "It's getting late. I'll go back first. You take good care of him."

Luo Anning came back to her senses, looked at him who had already walked out, and asked hurriedly: "Master Feng, do you want me to take you back?"

He got into her car and came back together. Now that he didn't drive and didn't call the driver, how he got back was still a problem.

"There's no need to send it off. If you don't mind, lend me your car and drive it back. I'll have someone bring it back to you tomorrow." Feng Churui thought she was only looking at Young Master Rong and didn't notice him.

"Of course I don't mind." Luo Anning handed him the car keys and walked him all the way to the garage, saying, "Be careful when driving."

Feng Churui looked at her, who was so beautiful under the light that it was confusing and confusing. He pondered for a while, then raised his lips and smiled, making people feel like spring breeze: "Okay, you should go to bed early."

The car disappeared from sight, and Luo Anning looked at that little bit in a daze. She couldn't figure out what kind of person Feng Churui was.

That day tomorrow

He is like a mystery, Ming

Returning to the bedroom from the yard, the servant just brought the hangover soup. Looking at Young Master Rong, she held her forehead and sighed, you scumbag, why should you drink? Even if you are drunk, don't let me know, okay?

She really didn't want to serve him, lest she be accused of some scheming girl getting close to him wantonly.

"Young mistress, the hangover soup has been cooked. Why don't you feed Rong Shao a drink?" The servant asked cautiously when he saw that Luo Anning had been standing and not speaking.

"Well, here you go."
Chapter completed!