Mi Xiaojia laughed and said nothing more. She took some vegetables into An Ran's bowl and said, "If you really have a mental illness, I think you should see a doctor more. Spending time here is not the answer."
"I know." An Ran lowered her eyes and replied.
Mi Xiaojia couldn't bear to see An Ran's little wife's expression, but she didn't say anything more.
Regardless of whether An Ran was pretending to be ill or if he had any good intentions, she would move out of the small apartment soon.
By then, they will each return to their own lives, and I believe there will be very few opportunities to meet each other in the future. As for what will happen to An Ran, it is not her concern.
"Xiaojia, the food I cook doesn't taste good, does it?" When Mi Xiaojia was in a daze, An Ran's voice penetrated her eardrums.
Mi Xiaojia came back to her senses and nodded truthfully: "It's not delicious."
"Can Long Cang know how to cook?" An Ran asked curiously.
Mi Xiaojia was stunned for a moment, nodded, and then shook his head: "I don't know, he is a busy man, and he probably doesn't have much time to spend on such small things."
She hasn't had time to understand Long Cang yet, so it's impossible for her to know these things.
"Then I'm still a little better than him." An Ran said and smiled, burying her head in eating rice.
Mi Xiaojia watched for a while and unconsciously took some food into An Ran's bowl: "You probably know that the food you cook is unpalatable, so you don't dare to use chopsticks, right?"
An Ran nodded, shook his head again, and did not answer.
Mi Xiaojia didn't understand what An Ran meant, but he didn't ask any more questions. The atmosphere of the meal this time was obviously better than before, and Mi Xiaojia could feel it himself.
After eating, An Ran washed the dishes automatically and consciously. Then he sat down next to Mi Xiaojia and stared at the TV screen in a daze.
"Are cartoons so good?" An Ran looked at Mi Xiaojia who was laughing happily in confusion.
It’s really hard for a woman of her age to still like to watch cartoons. It’s hard to understand what this woman is thinking.
However, seeing her silly smile, he suddenly felt that cartoons were actually pretty good, and there was nothing wrong with them being watched by adults.
"It looks good, don't you think it looks good?" Mi Xiaojia asked with a smile.
An Ran laughed: "You think it looks good, of course I think it looks good too."
Mi Xiaojia was stunned when he heard this and looked at An Ran in surprise. She didn't understand why he suddenly said such a line of dialogue. Was he deliberately trying to please her?
She did not struggle with this issue and continued to watch cartoons. When nine-thirty came, An Ran automatically and consciously helped her take care of everything. He even helped her warm the quilt and watched her sleep and rest before leaving her bedroom.
Mi Xiaojia looked at An Ran's back absentmindedly, wondering why An Ran still did such a thing today.
Apart from the baby in her belly, she has no other relationship with An Ran, right?
With this little question, Mi Xiaojia fell into a drowsy sleep.
Early the next morning, she had breakfast as usual and went out with An Ran, only to see a familiar black car outside the door.
"Long Cang, are you back?" Mi Xiaojia stepped forward in surprise and went to Long Cang, her beautiful eyes filled with surprise.
Long Cang smiled back at her and fixed his gaze on An Ran, who was frozen in place.
Mi Xiaojia then remembered that there was An Ran. She smiled and explained: "Young Master An will live in a small apartment in the future. I can move in this week."
"Really?" Long Cang looked at An Ran with a half-smile.
