"I'm a man!" Rong Yan's voice was cold: "you are my wife. It's your duty to fulfill your wife."

Luo Anning was angry: "yes, I'm your wife, but don't forget that I'm also a pregnant woman!"

"If every pregnant woman refuses to have the same room in a safe period like you, how many men will go out to steal, fishy?" Rongyan hissed and said the real side.

Luo Anning's blood gas rushed to her head, and her scalp began to numb. He was threatening her. If he didn't meet him, would he go out?

Is that what you mean?

His anger grew stronger and stronger. Thinking of his cleanliness habit, I couldn't help laughing: "Before you married me, Mo Xiyan was your woman, and she will meet your needs. Then, in the next empty window period, I don't believe you solved it all by yourself! You said that every pregnant woman is like me, and there will be a lot of men cheating, stealing and cheating, right? Well, you go too! I didn't stop you! There are many women outside asking for your pet x, not like me I will only refuse you! "

Rongyan slowly sat up and looked at her with deep eyes. The dark eyes were deep and abyss, which made people unable to spy on his mood.

There was no expression on the handsome face, but the thin lips tightly closed into a line revealed his annoyance.

Luo Anning was not afraid of him at all. He smiled and said, "by the way, why did I forget that you have a habit of cleanliness. I'm afraid you can't accept those women outside."

"No cleanliness!"

Just when Luo Anning thought he was going to win the argument, Rong Yan spit out four words coldly.

For a moment, she was shocked on the spot.

The smile on her face became a satire on herself. Look, she was so angry that she had a auditory hallucination. What did he say just now?

No cleanliness?

Has always been a cleanliness mania. The man who is close to a strange woman three meters away says he has no cleanliness mania at all?

How ridiculous is this? It's like a carrot. Suddenly I tell you that it's actually a white radish. It's so ridiculous and bullshit.

After being stunned, Luo Anning said in disbelief, "there's no cleanliness mania, right? Well, prove it to me."

"That's what you said. Don't regret it!" Lengleng dropped a word. Rong Yan didn't look at her anymore. He took out his clothes from the wardrobe, quickly changed them, and slammed out the door.

The room suddenly fell silent, in sharp contrast to the previous warmth.

The empty bedroom, missing a person, suddenly felt frozen.

Luo Anning looked at the closed door, his mind turned, and a voice at the bottom of his heart asked: does he really have no obsession with cleanliness?

If it's true... The truth is terrible.

Don't let strange women close. If he appears within three meters, there must be bodyguards to clear the scene.

The news about his cleanliness habit is also common. There are many reports, and she naturally thinks it is a fact.

However, if he really doesn't have the habit of cleanliness, how much he loves Mo Xiyan to do so!

For the sake of a woman, he is clean and doesn't touch other women. His private life is as clean as a monk.

How much perseverance does he have to achieve this?

I dare not think any more. The more I study, the more hurtful the answer will be.

This night, the cold wind outside the window, the heavy snow, the room fell quiet, lying quietly, staring at the ceiling with fixed eyes.

Doomed to a sleepless night.