"It's true that I was a little stimulated. I've been to all the nightclubs recently and found that no matter what kind of beauties they are, they can't attract my attention. I went to see a psychologist, and his advice to me was to find something more exciting.
Play, this can help me. By the way, this is the medical diagnosis the doctor gave me, take a look." An Ran said, and actually took out a psychological diagnosis and handed it to Mi Xiaojia.
Mi Xiaojia took a look at the medical certificate and found that it had the doctor's signature and the reason. It said it was contact syndrome. She had never heard of such a disease.
But An Ran looked very serious and didn't look like he was joking.
She felt that there was no need for An Ran to laugh at such a thing, after all, it was not a glorious thing.
"Even if you are looking for excitement, you don't necessarily have to find a wife. Why don't you go to those noble ladies? I think it will be more exciting for you." Mi Xiaojia muttered, carefully moving a little closer to the car door.
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She was still pregnant. Could An Ran have raped her, a pregnant woman, in order to find some stimulation?
Thinking of this possibility, she subconsciously protected her abdomen, realizing that not only was she unsafe, but the baby in her belly was also unsafe.
If it didn't work out, she would have to find Long Cang to save their mother and son.
But Long Cang went abroad and would be out of the country for at least a week...
"Xiaojia, you are really my caring little cotton-padded jacket, and you have thought of me the same way. You are not only a wife, but also a noble lady. You meet all the conditions for me to pursue excitement. My dear, it's you." An Ran said and suddenly let go.
Steering wheel, go hug Mi Xiaojia.
Mi Xiaojia was so frightened that she didn't dare to move, and hurriedly said: "Driving is the most important thing. If you have anything to say, talk it over!"
An Ran seemed to remember that he was driving. He turned to the steering wheel and looked straight ahead with a solemn expression.
Mi Xiaojia looked at An Ran's serious expression. At first glance, she thought a relative had died in his family.
"Xiaojia, you know, I suddenly feel that I have no love in my life. If I really want to have someone to accompany me to hell, it will be you, okay?" An Ran said and suddenly looked at Mi Xiaojia, his eyes as cold as iron.
Mi Xiaojia was greatly frightened. At this moment, she really doubted whether An Ran had a disease more serious than contact syndrome, or a terminal illness, which made An Ran become so outrageous.
"No, I don't have enough life, you can find someone else." Mi Xiaoqiang resisted the urge to wipe away the cold sweat and replied in a deep voice.
"You are the mother of my child. If I don't look for you, who will I look for?" An Ran looked straight at Mi Xiaojia, her focused expression making Mi Xiaojia a little creepy.
She didn't know what exactly stimulated An Ran. The only thing she was sure of was that the farther away from this man, the better.
"Please stop the car first. I think we should sit down and talk. Why don't we go home first." Mi Xiaojia looked at An Ran longingly, hoping that he would agree to her little request.
An Ran thought for a while, finally nodded, drove back to the small apartment, and got out of the car with Mi Xiaojia in her arms.
"I'll go..." Mi Xiaojia looked at An Ran with a solemn expression. Halfway through her words, she finally let An Ran take her back to the living room.
"Did something happen to you? You might as well tell me, I will help you if I can." Mi Xiaojia asked in a voice so soft that it could drip.
She had never spoken so gently in her life. She had no choice but to worry about An Ran going crazy and dragging her to hell together.
