An Ran shook his head and replied in a dumb voice, "No." ”

Mi Xiaojia smiled, didn't say more, she put some dishes into An Ran's bowl: "If you really have a mental illness, I think you should see a doctor more, it's not a way to spend it with me." ”

"I know. An Ran lowered his eyes and replied.

When Mi Xiaojia saw An Ran's little daughter-in-law's expression, she couldn't bear it, but she didn't say anything more.

Whether Enron was faking illness or not, or if he had any good intentions, she would quickly move out of the small apartment.

At that time, they will return to their respective lives, and I believe that there will be few opportunities to meet in the future. As for what will happen to Enron, it is not within her care.

"Xiaojia, the food I cook is not delicious, is it?" When Mi Xiaojia was in a trance, An Ran's voice came into her eardrums.

Mi Xiaojia came back to his senses and nodded truthfully: "It's not delicious." ”

"Then does Long Cang know how to cook?" An Ran asked curiously.

Mi Xiaojia was stunned for a moment, nodded, and shook his head again: "I don't know, he is a busy man, and he probably doesn't have much time to spend on such trivial things." ”

She hadn't had time to understand Long Cang yet, so she couldn't possibly know these things.

"Then I'm still a little bit better than him. An Ran said and smiled, burying his head in a big gulp of rice.

Mi Xiaojia looked at it for a while, and unconsciously put some dishes into An Ran's bowl: "You probably know that the dishes you make are unpalatable, so you don't dare to put down the 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, the atmosphere of the meal this time was obviously better than before, and Mi Xiaojia could feel it himself.

After eating, An Ran automatically and consciously washed the dishes, and then he sat down next to Mi Xiaojia and looked at the TV screen in a daze.

"Is the cartoon so good?" An Ran looked at Mi Xiaojia who was smiling happily.

A woman of such an age still likes to watch cartoons, and it is really difficult to understand the mind of this woman.

It's just that, seeing her smirk, he suddenly felt that the cartoon was actually okay, and there was nothing wrong with adults watching it.

"It's good-looking, don't you think it's good-looking?" Mi Xiaojia asked with a smile.

An Ran smiled: "You think it's good-looking, of course I think it's good-looking." ”

Mi Xiaojia was stunned when he heard this, and looked at An Ran in surprise, not understanding why he suddenly came up with such a dialogue, he was deliberately pleasing her, right?

She didn't dwell on this issue, continued to watch cartoons, and as soon as half past nine arrived, An Ran automatically and consciously helped her take care of everything, and even helped her warm the quilt and watch her sleep and rest, and then left her bedroom.

Mi Xiaojia looked at An Ran's back distractedly, and couldn't understand why An Ran still did such a thing today.

Except for the baby in her womb, she has nothing to do with Enron, does she?

With this little question, Mi Xiaojia fell asleep grogily.

Early the next morning, she ate breakfast as usual and went out of the house with An Ran, only to see a familiar black sedan outside the door.

"Long Cang, are you back?" Mi Xiaojia stepped forward in surprise and went to Long Cang, her beautiful eyes full of surprise.

Long Cang smiled back at her, his gaze fixed on An Ran, who was frozen in place.

Mi Xiaojia then remembered that there was still an Enron, and she explained with a smile: "An Shao will live in a small apartment in the future, and I can move this week." ”

"Really?" Long Cang looked at An Ran with a smirk.