Chapter 1952
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His eyes were too charming, and his voice was too intoxicating.
An Lan thought that if she hadn't met Xu Baohan, she would have seriously considered it, but now …
"I don't think so," she said apologetically.
Xuanyuan Lang nodded. "You're not young anymore. Will you get married?"
"I don't know. If nothing unexpected happens, I think so," An Lan said honestly.
"Alright, then I'll give you my blessings." Xuanyuan Lang raised his glass.
An Lan was stunned for a moment before she understood that a person of Xuanyuan Lang's status no longer needed to pester a woman. Moreover, he only said that he liked her at that time. It had been so long, how much love could there be left? It was just a little regret when he was young. Just like how she used to like Nian Junting, wasn't it gone now?
"Thank you."
She clinked glasses with him. After An Lan finished drinking, she realized that a cocktail was gone just like that. "The taste is indeed good. It seems like you're an old customer here."
"You can say that. Sitting here, you can see Victoria Harbor. It's not some popular bar. Occasionally, I come here for a business trip and feel too stressed." Xuanyuan Lang asked the bartender to refill her glass.
After the two of them spoke frankly, they weren't so reserved anymore. They got along easily and happily. Unknowingly, they started to talk about their university days, as well as the development of some of the people they knew when they were studying in America. They then talked about the business world and the law.
An Lan realized that Xuanyuan Lang was indeed a man who dominated the business world. He was knowledgeable and humorous, unlike when she chatted with Nian Junting. Sometimes, when she wanted to broaden her horizons from him, she could chat to death in just three sentences.
Time flew by quickly. Before she knew it, it had been more than twelve hours. Zhang Kelin came over with a hint of drunkenness. "Comrade, it's time to go back. We have to wake up early for a meeting tomorrow."
"It's getting late." Xuanyuan Lang looked at his watch. "I'll meet you in the conference room at nine o 'clock tomorrow morning."
"Let's talk next time." An Lan got down from the high chair. She hadn't noticed it before, but when she landed on the ground, she realized that her legs were soft and she was dizzy. Xuanyuan Lang quickly helped her up before she could stand steadily.
"Haha, I forgot to tell you. Although the wine I recommended is delicious, it's a little intoxicating." Xuanyuan Lang gently handed her to Zhang Kelin.
"Why didn't you say so earlier?" An Lan glared at him and walked back to the hotel with Zhang Kelin and the other two alcoholic girls.
General Manager Cao Zirui looked at them worriedly. "Hey, are you two really okay? Don't fall to your deaths together. We still need you for tomorrow's meeting."
"Get lost, you jinx." Zhang Kelin turned around and gave her a kick. "I can drink ten more bottles of beer without a problem."
…
Back at the hotel.
An Lan casually took a shower and lay down to sleep.
The next day, she was still woken up by a phone call. She put the phone to her ear and stretched herself. "Hello …"
"What time is it? You're still sleeping. Did you shop very late last night?" Xu Baohan's voice could be heard, mixed with the sound of the radio in the car.
"Uh …" An Lan suddenly remembered that she told him yesterday that she was going to go shopping, but then she went to a bar.
Based on his character as an old cadre, he would definitely be jealous if he knew that he went to a bar. Thus, he simply lied, "Yes, I strolled until very late."
"What did you buy?"
"Just cosmetics, bags, and so on," An Lan answered vaguely.
Xu Baohan was silent for a moment before asking, "Then why didn't my card receive any spending messages? Not a single one."
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