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Chapter 1744

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If they were to get married, the two of them would have to avoid some topics.

After all, one was fighting a lawsuit for the country, and the other was fighting a lawsuit for the client.

What was even more difficult was that if two people who knew the law were to divorce in the future, they would definitely fight to the death.

Therefore, An Lan didn't have any hope for this blind date, but at the same time, she couldn't fall out with the other party. It would be best if they could become friends in the end.

The blind date was held at a vegetarian restaurant.

The other party probably got An Lan's number from Ji Jia. At 12 o 'clock, he sent a WeChat message to An Lan: I'm here, table 12.

An Lan pondered over this number, but she wasn't familiar with it at all. Logically speaking, she had the number of many prosecutors in the procuratorate. After all, the circle of Xia City was very big, but the circle of law and politics was indeed small.

An Lan had studied at Xia City University of Political Science and Law for two years before studying abroad. Many of her friends who didn't study abroad had entered the local procuratorate or court after finishing their studies in Xia City. Some of them had become lawyers. Later on, when they returned to China for a gathering, a group of people of the same age would often bring their friends along. After playing around, they basically became more familiar with each other.

However, she had never seen this number before.

After parking the car, An Lan walked straight in. The environment inside was not bad.

The waiter told her table number 12. From afar, An Lan could see the figure of a man sitting with his back facing her. The man was wearing a white shirt and a gray suit on the chair beside him. However, looking at the man's broad shoulders, she could feel the man's noble temperament. The sunlight shone on his body, and even without looking at his face, it gave people the illusion that he was shining.

An Lan glanced at the waitress who kept peeking at him as she passed by. She understood that the person her aunt had introduced should have good facial features.

After interacting with Nian Junting and Xiao Si all year round, she was basically immune to good-looking men, but at this moment, she had to admit that this back view was really moving.

But since when did the procuratorate have such a person? She didn't know about it at all. Could it be that he was newly transferred here?

Inexplicably, she was interested in today's blind date.

She lifted her high heels and walked over.

The heels of her shoes tapped on the ground with a "da da" sound, very imposing.

The other party seemed to have heard her and turned around. A hint of astonishment flashed across Xu Baohan's cold face.

An Lan was so shocked that she staggered in her high heels and bumped into a waiter who was passing by with a glass of juice. Then, half a glass of orange juice splashed onto the sleeve of her dress.

This was truly … a sight that made one want to cry.

She had just bought the dress in France.

And it was in such an awkward situation. The last time she met Xu Baohan in the toilet, she had already lost all her face because of the lipstick bar, and now she had lost all her face again.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," the waiter hurriedly apologized and handed her a tissue from a nearby table.

"It's okay. I didn't walk properly and bumped into you." An Lan took the tissue and wiped it, but her sky-blue sleeves couldn't wipe the orange stain.

"This is my orange juice, right?" Xu Baohan suddenly stood up and frowned.

The waitress looked at An Lan and then at Xu Baohan. Finally, she bit her lip and fell into a dilemma. An Lan said, "How much is the orange juice? I'll pay you."

"Okay." The waiter breathed a sigh of relief. "Beauty, which table would you like to sit at? I'll put it on the tab."

An Lan glanced at Xu Baohan's seat number and felt like cursing her aunt to death.

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