An Lan opened her mouth. She was indeed not his ex-girlfriend.
In other words, she understood Xu Baohan a little better.
"An Lan, I never thought of breaking up with you." Xu Baohan held her hand a little harder.
An Lan stared at his deep gaze, a layer of ripples surprisingly swirled in her heart.
Actually, looking at the furniture was not bad. At least in the future, if there were any differences in style, she would definitely not tolerate it.
The two of them wandered around. An Lan took the tea from the salesperson and drank two sips. When she looked up, a couple walked in from the door. The man was good looking, he was wearing a blue jacket and was about 1.78 meters tall. Beside him, a delicate and cute woman was holding his arm, they looked intimate.
When the man saw An Lan, his initially unnatural expression suddenly turned stiff as if he had been hit with hyaluronic acid.
