An Ran looked at Mi Xiaojia's back from afar, his eyes flashed across the dark shadow, and he quietly opened his lips: "I didn't force myself to do something I'm not good at. I'm very happy."
Mi Xiaojia paused in packing her clothes. She hesitated slightly and looked back at An Ran.
An Ran stood far away, with the backlight, and there was an emotion in her eyes that she couldn't understand. She didn't explore it, and then accelerated her movements to pack the clothes.
Not long after, Long Cang came to the small apartment, took the suitcase in her hand, hugged her shoulders and said, "Let's go."
Mi Xiaojia nodded silently and left the small apartment surrounded by Long Cang.
An Ran followed behind silently, watching the woman he liked being held in the arms of other men. This feeling was unpleasant.
Suppose there was such a thing, if Mi Xiaojia had ever had a crush on him, would she have felt the same way when she saw him holding other women in his arms, sour, astringent, and a little helpless?
and sad...
Mi Xiaojia could feel An Ran's eyes glued to her back. She took out the key and handed it to An Ran.
"If you don't live here anymore, tell me. This house is a place that both Gong Si and I like. We spent a happy time here, and this has a memorable meaning for us." Mi Xiao
Jia smiled and looked at the small apartment reluctantly.
She once thought that she would not leave here even if she got married one day. She also thought about buying this house when she earned more money. Little did she know that she still gave it up.
"I know." An Ran put the key back into Mi Xiaojia's hand: "You keep the key and come back anytime when you want to come back. This will always be your home."
Mi Xiaojia held the key tightly, nodded slightly, and Long Cang started the motor.
The car slowly walked away. Through the rear mirror, Mi Xiaojia saw An Ran standing there, her mind drifting away.
"Can't you bear it?" Long Cang's deep and hoarse voice awakened Mi Xiaojia from her distant thoughts.
She shook her head and remained silent.
Long Cang patted the back of Mi Xiaojia's hand and said softly: "As a person, you have to look forward and forget about the past, you know?"
"I'll take a nap for a while. Call me when I get there." Mi Xiaojia said and leaned on the back of the chair.
Long Cang smiled gently and slowed down the car so that Mi Xiaojia could rest better.
After that, Mi Xiaojia quickly arrived at Long Cang's residence. It was not as luxurious as she imagined. It was all white and black, and all the furniture had a cold flavor, just like Long Cang.
"This is our new house." Long Cang led Mi Xiaojia, who was looking around, to a spacious bedroom.
The windows are bright and clean, and the colors are simple. It is generally simple and elegant, but it does not lose its style.
The bed placed in the middle looked particularly eye-catching. Mi Xiaojia glanced at it and looked away.
"You should stay in this room. I'll just find a room that can accommodate people." Mi Xiaojia said, squinting at Long Cang and smiling as sweetly as he wanted.
"You girl, are you afraid that I will force you, a pregnant woman? I said that our new house is for you to live here. My bedroom is next door. When you need me, you can call me at any time.
I. But you have to know that in my line of work, your life is in danger at any time. I'm just afraid that it will hurt you. That's the last thing I want to see." Long Cang lightly brushed Mi Xiaojia's forehead.
