Chapter 1930
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An Lan opened her mouth. She was indeed not his ex-girlfriend.
Or rather, she wanted to know Xu Baohan better.
"An Lan, I've never thought of breaking up with you." Xu Baohan held her hand tightly.
An Lan stared at his deep eyes, and her heart was actually rippling.
Actually, it was not bad to look at the furniture. At least in the future, if there was a difference in style, she would not tolerate it.
The two of them walked around for a while. An Lan took the tea from the salesman and took two sips. When she looked up, a man and a woman walked in. The man was wearing a blue jacket and was about 1.78 meters tall. He had good facial features and a cute woman was holding his arm intimately.
When the man saw An Lan, his unnatural expression stiffened as if he had been injected with hyaluronic acid.
But in less than a second, he quickly reacted, lowered his head, and turned to walk out.
"Hey, Zhicheng, where are you going? Didn't you say to go to this shop to take a look?" The woman pulled him back.
Xu Baohan was talking to the salesman in a low voice. At first, he didn't pay attention to the two of them, but when he saw An Lan walking to the door with the tea in her hands, he turned around.
An Lan walked straight to the door, her voice cold. "Deng Zhicheng, who is this woman?"
Only she knew how tense it was. She really didn't expect to see Li Shuang's husband holding hands with another woman in the furniture market.
Deng Zhicheng didn't turn back and pulled the woman away. The woman seemed to have realized something. She didn't say anything and left in a hurry with him.
"If you dare to take another step, I'll take a picture with my phone," An Lan said coldly. "The pixels of the phone nowadays are so good, even better than the DSLR. I heard that it can even take pictures of the moon. Do you know? I'll send it back to Li Shuang. I don't believe she can't see it clearly."
Deng Zhicheng stopped and quickly turned around to smile at An Lan in surprise. "An Lan, why is it you? I felt strange just now. I seemed to hear someone calling me from behind. Hey, why are you shopping in the furniture market too? This is … I didn't hear from Li Shuang that you have a boyfriend."
"Why did you turn around at the door?" An Lan asked with a fake smile. "Who's that woman? Is she your colleague?"
"You're right, my assistant." Deng Zhicheng quickly pulled the woman over. "Don't misunderstand. This furniture city is too stuffy, and it's filled with the smell of furniture. She doesn't feel comfortable smelling it, so I helped her. It's not what you think."
"Yes, I … I'm not feeling well," the woman explained softly with a pale face.
Why did I hear her call you Zhi Cheng so intimately just now? Oh right, you guys even came to look at the furniture together. My boyfriend and I came to look at it, and you and your assistant came to look at it. Interesting, this doesn't seem to be a place for office desks and chairs. "
"It's for my family. My son is going to primary school, and I want to buy him a desk. I happened to pass by today, so I came to take a look." Deng Zhicheng stopped smiling. "An Lan, don't think too much, okay? I don't want Li Shuang to misunderstand."
An Lan smiled and looked at him for a while. Suddenly, she raised her hand and slapped the woman beside her.
Not only did Deng Zhicheng and the woman not expect this slap, even Xu Baohan did not expect it. Although he could tell that there was something wrong with this man and woman, it was too fierce to slap them while smiling.
"Don't treat me as a fool." The smile on An Lan's face tightened bit by bit. "I've seen all kinds of people. I can't tell what kind of relationship you two have. You've just entered the door, so why are you acting so obvious? Even if you really haven't crossed that line, it's still ambiguous."
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