Rong Yanran immediately put down the teapot in her hand: "Yes. I'll go and call the doctor to come and show you your legs." After leaving the house, she went to her territory to drink some water. Can he still care?

Luo Ziheng saw her walking quickly to the door and said slowly: "No, I think my legs are ready now. I just want to have a cup of tea. If you convey the order, you can come back. The maid is at the door." He added badly, and only looking at the back, you can feel her endurance anger.

Yanran was so angry that her facial features were deformed. She gritted her teeth, causing anger to flow out with her breathing. She gave a friendly order to the maid at the door, and returned to the room obediently, and asked in a sweet voice: "Young master, do you have any instructions? If not, I will go down first. You have also said that it is not good for a single man and a widow to live in the same room." I pity her, she was obviously fine, and she was forced to help her walk for two miles. Her throat was thirsty and she was thinking about the fire. Is it so difficult to just drink some water?

"No more orders," Luo Ziheng said slowly, "I said, I am the young master, and I am the eldest in the Luo family, so I am what I say."

"Yes." Yanran had no choice. This person was shameless and had no lower limit. Now he could only cherish words like gold, and silence was gold.

Luo Ziheng ignored her and happily picked up the paper fan to bring clearness to himself. The angry Rong Yanran turned her head and stood by the table, and her eyes swept over the pot of tea on the table from time to time.

She couldn't help it. What if she was thirsty and fainted? Yes, she could pretend to be heatstroke. Just as she was thinking, the little girl knocked on the door and brought in a pot of warm tea.

"Take the cold one away." Luo Ziheng gave the order, a little angry. Why didn't she know how to cherish her body? How could she drink cold water at this time?" The little girl took the pot of tea before and left. Rong Yanran stared at the water that was about to be poured out of the lake, and felt very regretful.

Luo Ziheng walked to her leisurely, sat down, skillfully poured himself a cup, took a sip, and commented: "Good tea."

Rong Yanran looked at his leisurely slow motion-like movements, and was so angry that she was itchy. Just as she was hesitating whether to reach out to grab it, Luo Ziheng suddenly raised up: "Do you think you can take this pot of tea from me? You're overestimating your ability."

Oops, she actually saw through her thoughts and even pointed out the reason why she didn't dare to rob her. She drooped her head and thought dejectedly: What should I do now? Should I pretend to be dizzy? Will the heatstroke awaken Master Luo's extremely pitiful sympathy and moisten her throat with a fiery throat?

When she was thinking about it, Luo Ziheng gave her a fascinating smile and asked with a shimmering look: "Do you want to drink?"

Rong Yanran felt a chill because of his inexplicable smile, but suddenly felt that he might have discovered his conscience and nodded heavily.

“If you answer my questions honestly, I will reward you with whatever drink you want.

How sad the ancients were! They had to be controlled by drinking water. If you have the chance, you must go home. When you go home! She thought so and agreed angrily. Damn, what if I told a lie? As long as I bite to death, it is the truth, what can you do!

He thought for a while and asked solemnly: "Do you think this young master is good or Ouyang Chen is good?"

Yanran replied without thinking: "Of course, you are good-looking, Master!"
Chapter completed!