"I said, as long as I am willing, there is nothing I can't do. I have my own way!" Long Cang grinded his teeth in a low voice. If it had been anyone else, he would have chopped the other person to death with a knife.
"Brother Long, don't be angry. I have something important to tell you. I want to tell you that performing missions is very dangerous. Nothing happens to you. My daughter is still waiting to call you godfather. Besides, you can't be missing an arm.
A broken leg will turn into a brain-dead thing, so be careful." Mi Xiaojia hurriedly replied with some sweet words. Of course, this was also what she was thinking.
A good man like Long Cang should live a long life, and even more, he should live out his life peacefully.
There was no sound on the other end of the phone for a long time. Just when Mi Xiaojia was hesitating to hang up the phone, Long Cang let out a long sigh, which made her feel a little flustered.
"The same goes for you. Take good care of yourself when I'm not around. If you are really in trouble, ask An Ran for help. He will do his best to help you. Damn it, I'm dead!"
Long Cang hung up the phone without waiting for Mi Xiaojia to answer.
"Why should I look for An Ran? It's too late to avoid him." Mi Xiaojia muttered in a low voice and then ended the call.
Mi Xiaojia touched his abdomen and found that he was hungry.
But Long Cang was not here, and neither was An Ran. Her two male servants would not cook breakfast for her, so she had to do it herself.
Normally, she would have been eating instant noodles to wrap her belly. Anyway, that's what she's been doing these past few years.
"Poor baby girl, your mother is useless to me. She can't cook, but she can't eat instant noodles. I'm sorry for you. Baby, do you think we can go to the house next door to have a meal? One meal counts as one meal.
, until the little maid comes back to take care of us..."
Mi Xiaojia murmured to herself, touching here and there in the kitchen, and finally decided to make some white porridge, which didn't require any technical skills anyway.
Mi Xiaojia ate white porridge every day for the next two days, which made her want to vomit when she saw the white porridge on the third day.
She got off work as usual that day, and when she was hesitating whether to continue making disgusting white porridge, the doorbell rang suddenly.
She feebly touched the door and looked at the person outside the door. When she saw the person clearly, she smiled happily and saw that it was An Ran.
When a young manservant comes to deliver goods, why doesn't she take the opportunity to make him do some hard work?
She discovered that An Ran's cooking skills were better than hers no matter how bad she was. If An Ran was a kitchen idiot, then she was a super idiot.
Mi Xiaojia was so excited when she saw An Ran for the first time in such a long time.
She armed herself with facial expressions, opened the door, blocked the door tightly and asked, "What are you doing?"
An Ran held up all kinds of fresh fruits, meats and vegetables in his hands, "I'll talk about it after I go in. Shen is dead."
Mi Xiaojia snorted softly, and An Ran passed her and entered the house.
"Why did you come to my house?" Mi Xiaojia leaned on the back of the door, corseting her chest to increase her momentum.
An Ran walked around the room, and after reconnaissance, she found that Long Cang was indeed not in the villa, and she was happy.
"Didn't you move to a new house? I have to come over to congratulate you no matter what. By the way, where is Long Cang?" An Ran asked without leaving any trace, leading to the topic.
"My husband works overtime today and won't come back until late. Are you interested?" Mi Xiaojia's eyes were fixed on An Ran, and the more he looked at her, the more he felt something was wrong.
Yes, this well-tailored, serious suit still felt strange to her...
