Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
An Lan glanced at him with an âuh-huhâ.
Xu Baohan felt a little wronged. âI did run into her today, but I didnât do anything to let you down, if I did, Iâll admit it, but if I didnât, then youâre being unfair to me, after all, Iâve never hide anything from you about my ex-girlfriend.â
âWhy didnât you hide it?âAn Lan fiddled with her phone. âFirstly, you didnât tell me you met her, secondly, you didnât report to me before you lent her the money.â
Xu Baohan blinked, this was completely unreasonable.
An Lan patted his chest. âDidnât you tell me to swipe your card and use your Alipay, then this meant we are sharing, without my consent, youâre basically lending my money to someone else.â
âWhat you said... makes a lot of sense.â Xu Baohan forced himself to admit it. âI will call you in advance next time, if you donât approve, then I wonât do the lending.â
âIs there a next time?â An Lan smiled faintly.
âIâm talking about my colleagues borrowing money from me.â Xu Baohan struggled weakly. âAn Lan, letâs not dwell on this, alright? Thereâs no need, she didnât have her phone with her today, after all, weâve known each other for quite a while.â
âWhat a coincidence, she didnât have her phone with her, she must be looking for an opportunity to borrow money from you so she can add you on WeChat.â An Lan couldnât help being sarcastic, the truths were out, this woman definitely had ulterior motives.
Xu Baohan rubbed the space between his brows. âAn Lan, I understand that youâre jealous, but you have to be reasonable when youâre jealous, after all, youâre a lawyer.â
âAre you saying that I framed her?â An Lan saw that he was actually speaking up for that woman, and the anger that was about to extinguish suddenly flared up.
âI think youâre thinking too much.â Xu Baohan hesitated for a moment before speaking the truth. âWomen like to rely on their phones, you donât even take any money with you, didnât you go out a few times without your phone and not have a single cent on you?â
An Lan slowly sat up from the bed.
Xu Baohan stared at her beautiful face that didnât smile, his heart pounding. âWhatâs wrong?â
âNothing, just sleep on the sofa tonight.â An Lan smiled as she handed him a pillow. âEven though this is your home, if youâre not willing, Iâll take the cab back myself.â
Xu Baohan was speechless.
He felt as though a bucket of cold water just poured over his head.â An Lan, we have to analyze this case rationally, we canât be subjective, this isnât cool-headed, I wonât lend others money next time.â
âThis is no longer a matter of borrowing money.â An Lan placed the pillow in his hand and patted the back of his hand. âHanhan, go sleep on the sofa.â
Xu Baohanâs Goosebumps started to rise, he felt as though his grandmother was calling him since he was young. âDonât call me that.â
âThen... Baobao?â
Xu Baohan was speechless.
âAn Lan, didnât we say we were going to... do that?â Xu Baohan was struggling on the brink of death, he couldnât bear to lose the meat that he was about to eat just like that.
An Lan scoffed in her heart, thinking about that at this moment, sweet dreams.
She reached out and touched his other empty left hand. âRely on your hands, rely on yourself.â
Xu Baohan was dumbfounded.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
An Lan pulled out a few more tissues for him. âIâve already prepared the clean tissues for you, press on.â
The corners of Xu Baohanâs mouth twitched, as a man, he was shocked beyond words.
He didnât expect his An Lan to be so dirty-minded.
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The door was mercilessly shut in front of him.
Xu Baohan knocked on the door gloomily. âJudge An, I want to appeal.â