"It's a little irritating, really. Recently, I've been to all the nightclubs, and I find that no amount of beauty catches my eye. I've been to a psychiatrist and his advice is to find something more exciting to play that will help me. By the way, this is the doctor's diagnosis for me, you can take a look. An Ran said, and really took out a psychological diagnosis and handed it to Mi Xiaojia.

Mi Xiaojia glanced at the diagnosis and found that there was a doctor's signature, and the reason was written on it, saying what contact syndrome was, and she had never heard of such a condition.

But looking at Enron's appearance was very serious, not like he was joking.

She felt that there was no need for An Ran to laugh at such a thing, it was not a glorious thing after all.

"Even if you're looking for excitement, you don't have to be looking for a wife. Why don't you go to those ladies ?, I think it's going to be a little more exciting for you. Mi Xiaojia muttered, cautiously moving a little to the side of the door.

She is still pregnant, shouldn't An Ran force her as a pregnant woman in order to find some stimulation?

Thinking of this possibility, she subconsciously protected her abdomen and found that not only was she unsafe, but even the baby in her womb was not safe.

It's really not good, she has to find Long Cang to save their mother and son.

But Long Cang went abroad, and he was not in the country for at least a week......

"Xiaojia, you are really my intimate little padded jacket, and I thought of a piece. You're not just a wife, you're a noblewoman, and you meet all the conditions for me to be thrill-seeking. That's you, my dear. An Ran said and suddenly let go of the steering wheel and went to hug Mi Xiaojia.

Mi Xiaojia was so frightened that he didn't dare to move, and hurriedly said: "Driving is the most important, if you have something to say!"

An Ran seemed to remember that he was driving, and he turned to the steering wheel and looked straight ahead with a solemn face.

Mi Xiaojia looked at An Ran's serious expression, and at first glance, he thought that his relatives had died at home.

"Xiaojia, you know, I suddenly feel that I have nothing to love. If there really is someone who will accompany me to hell, it's you, okay?" An Ran said and suddenly looked at Mi Xiaojia, his eyes as cold as iron.

Mi Xiaojia was quite frightened, at this moment she really wondered if Enron had a more serious illness than some contact syndrome, or a terminal illness, so Enron would become so outrageous.

"Oh no, I didn't live enough, you can find someone else. Mi Xiaoqiang resisted the urge to wipe the cold sweat and replied in a deep voice.

"You're my child's mother, I'm not looking for you, who are you looking for?" An Ran looked at Mi Xiaojia directly, and his focused expression made Mi Xiaojia a little creepy.

She didn't know what An Ran was really stimulating, the only thing she was sure of was that the farther away from this man, the better.

"Please stop first, I think we should sit down and have a good talk. It's better to go home first. Mi Xiaojia looked at An Ran with blank eyes, hoping that he could agree to this little request of his own.

An Ran thought about it, finally nodded, drove back to the small apartment, and got out of the car with Mi Xiaojia in his arms.

"I'll go......" Mi Xiaojia looked at An Ran with a solemn expression, and halfway through the words, she finally took her back to the living room by An Ran.

"Did something happen to you? Tell me if I can help. Mi Xiaojia asked in a voice so soft that it could drip water.

She had never tried to speak so gently in her life, there was no way, she was afraid that An Ran would be mad and really pull her to hell and die.