Half an hour later, Mi Xiaojia sent the drunk An Ran to the villa. With the help of the driver, he reluctantly brought An Ran into the house.
Mi Xiaojia took out An Ran's wallet, paid the fare, and thanked the driver repeatedly for seeing him off. Then he looked back at An Ran, who was lying on the sofa as soft as mud.
There is no living person in such a big villa. If An Ran died here, there wouldn't even be anyone to collect the body.
Thinking of this, she called Jack, fearing that Jack would worry about something happening to her, so she looked at the sleeping An Ran in a daze.
"Hey, wake up, go back to your room and rest." Mi Xiaojia slapped An Ran's face hard, but An Ran didn't move at all.
"Why are you so drunk?" Mi Xiaojia looked at An Ran in confusion, and looked at the man's handsome face absentmindedly.
Even when he's asleep, he still looks handsome.
Her eyebrows are trimmed and her lips are thin, the bridge of her nose is straight, her eyes are closed tightly and she can't see her usual arrogance and coquettishness. Her eyelashes are so long that she wants to cut them off.
If a man is half a devil when he is awake, then he is half an angel when he is asleep.
"It's so good-looking. It would be great if my dolls were as good-looking as this person." Mi Xiaojia sighed softly.
She felt that since she was so old, she had no luck with men and it was impossible for her to have a man, but she still wanted to have a baby to support her in old age. When she died, at least she would have someone to accompany her to her death, right?
It's a pity that Mi Ye has so many natural resources, but she still can't do it. She is a typical person who has a lustful heart but no courage. In fact, she is just a talker. If she really wants to take action, she can't do it.
No wonder Geshasa said she was worthless, and she also felt that she was useless. If she closed her eyes and turned her heart, wouldn't she be able to make a certain man true?
"An, please go to sleep slowly, I'll leave first." Mi Xiaojia said and stood up.
Anyway, it has been delivered to my home, but I didn't put it in bed, so I probably won't catch a cold.
Even so, she still went to the bedroom, intending to find a blanket to cover An Ran, which could be regarded as sending Buddha home.
Unexpectedly, when she came out of the bedroom again, she found that An Ran had rolled to the ground. What was funny was that she still hadn't woken up.
She stepped forward to help An Ran onto the sofa, but unexpectedly, a terrible plot happened. Because her strength was not strong enough, her hand slipped and An Ran's body slipped down. She wanted to pick it up, but An Ran was pressed to the ground instead.
The air in her lungs seemed to have been squeezed out, and she could not breathe smoothly. An Ran's face was pressed firmly against hers, and she could not move.
"Next time I will never do anything good again!" Mi Xiaojia screamed in grief and anger: "You bastard named An, don't think I don't know this is your trick just because you are pretending to be drunk. Wake up!!"
She pulled An Ran's ears hard, and her fingertips pierced An Ran's arm.
An Ran felt it was very noisy, so he casually grabbed Mi Xiaojia's flailing hands, hugged her body tightly, pressed his head against her chest twice, and continued to sleep.
"God, you are so unfair. Why do good people always end up in such miserable ends?" Mi Xiaojia shouted to the sky, accusing God of injustice.
No one answered her, so she reluctantly tried to push a few more times, realizing that a woman's body structure was inherently weaker than a man's, otherwise she wouldn't have been able to push away An Ran who was pressing on her after struggling for more than ten minutes.
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Finally, she accepted her fate and chose to shrink her hands. She told herself that she would never do good things again from now on.
