The corner of Xu Baohan's mouth twitched. "An Lan, you're really black-bellied. How much would it cost to send flowers for a lifetime?"
"I don't know. Anyway, those flowers cost five to six hundred yuan per bouquet, and I have to send more than ten thousand yuan a month." An Lan lowered her head to admire the diamond ring on her neck, then sighed, "He's really a pig that came to my door. I was right. I don't want to marry him anyway. If he sends his neck to the blade, I have to kill him even if I don't want to."
Xu Baohan: "…"
Sending flowers was a very romantic thing to pursue someone. Some women felt that it was very sweet, while others felt that it was very troublesome. Why did it sound so unscrupulous when it came from her mouth?
He suddenly felt a little sympathy for Tang Zheng.
"Do you still have to work overtime tonight?" He composed himself and changed the topic. "It's only eight o 'clock. Let's go watch a movie."
"No, I want to go home and sleep." An Lan stretched lazily. "Besides, the recent movies are all rubbish."
"That's true." A trace of anticipation and awkwardness flashed across Xu Baohan's face. "An Lan, should we buy some … some preventive measures?"
An Lan's lazy waist stiffened in mid-air. Fortunately, her back was facing him, so her face wasn't too red.
Xu Baohan slowly hugged her tightly from behind, placing her in the middle of the desk, leaving no gap around her to escape.
"There was an accident that night, otherwise … But I promised you, so we still have to continue, don't we?" His voice was bewitching beside her ear as he continued, "There was an accident that night.
His breath wrapped around him. He was just saying those words, but An Lan felt as if there were ants crawling on her skin, and her whole body was very soft.
"Hooligan." After a while, An Lan turned around and glared at him with a flushed face. "You're always thinking about such things now. Are you like this with your ex-girlfriend too?"
"Why do you always talk about my ex-girlfriend?" Xu Baohan raised his eyebrows helplessly. "An Lan, can I take it that you're really, really jealous?"
"You make it sound like you're not jealous," An Lan retorted. "You've been jealous of me, He Mingqian, Xuanyuan Lang, Nian Junting, and Xiao Si."
"Indeed," Xu Baohan nodded matter-of-factly, "But An Lan, I've never thought about whether you and He Mingqian have had sex, how far have you progressed, or even whether you've had sex with someone else before He Mingqian. Of course, I'm jealous and uncomfortable, but I blame myself more. Why did we meet the wrong person at the best time? Why didn't we meet each other earlier? Now that we're both successful in our careers, we're too mature. I can only blame myself, but I really don't care about that, because what I care about is your future."
An Lan's body trembled. That's right, she always asked Xu Baohan about his past, but she never realized her past. After all, some men really minded. Although it was a new era, there were still many chauvinistic men.
She took a deep breath and turned to look at him. "Baohan, I've never done anything with He Mingqian. From the beginning to the end, I've never been a casual woman."
"I'm not a casual man either." Xu Baohan looked into her eyes, "An Lan, don't think that I'm doing well in the court now, but three years ago, I was also working at the grassroots level in the county. I made it to where I am today, step by step. The work in the county is not like here, the local people don't know much about the law, and every day, there's no peace. When I get home, I'm already half dead from exhaustion. Tell me about the matters between a man and a woman, how can I still have the mood to do anything?"
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