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Yan Luoluo didn't want to comment on that bouquet of flowers.

Let go of that bouquet of flowers!

Mu Beihan pressed his forehead against the top of his head and said to Yan Luoluo: "If you have other things to say, you can directly come and ask me. Don't joke around with yourself."

Yan Luoluo was unwilling to admit it, and pouted: "It's not because of you, stop thinking too much."

Reaching this point, Mu Beihan wanted to clarify the relationship between the two of them, but after hesitating for a moment, he decided not to in the end.

Yan Luoluo was very much against this topic. He was worried that she would not get the answer she wanted to hear.

Mu Beihan rubbed Yan Luoluo's hair, saying, "Go back, next time don't go to such a messy place to play. It's not like you'll always be so lucky to run into me."

Yan Luoluo was actually a little afraid, and for once, she did not refute Mu Beihan's words.

She walked a few steps when she suddenly turned around to find that Mu Beihan was still looking at her.

Was he looking straight at him?

Yan Luoluo felt a little warmth in her heart.

When she looked up and saw her son peeking at her from the balcony, she was amused. She waved at him and saw that he had quickly retracted his head.

After returning home, Yan Qingfan came over to welcome her as usual and said: "Mommy, you're wearing such beautiful clothes today."

Yan Luoluo hugged him, asking, "Just now, why was he lying on the balcony again?"

Yan Qingfan smiled and asked: "Mommy, was it Uncle Mu who sent you back again?"

Yan Luoluo also laughed and said, "You little imp, didn't you see it all just now? "Why don't you go ahead and ask?"

Yan Qingfan was very satisfied in his heart. The Uncle Mu was indeed becoming braver as time passed and he did not give up.

For some reason, when Yan Luoluo returned, he was in an inexplicably good mood.

Was it because he knew that his fiancée wasn't what she had imagined?

Yan Luoluo was a little confused, even she could not see clearly what she was thinking right now.

She relied on her instincts to stay away from Mu Beihan, and also relied on her instincts to get close to him.

She was used to escaping from those men, not letting herself get hurt. However, she felt safe with Mu Beihan, as if she just knew he wouldn't hurt her.

While bathing, Yan Luoluo ruthlessly rubbed her neck, thinking back to everything that she had done today, especially what Lu Zhinian had done to him. Yan Luoluo frowned, she did not expect that even after five years had passed, he was still as shameless as ever.

When she was at her most difficult and in need of support, he didn't choose to stand by her side. Instead, he went and rolled himself in bed with his sister for five years.

Selfishness, cowardice, she could not understand why she had taken a fancy to such a person.

Since Yan Xueman had taken a fancy to this kind of person, he might as well give it to her.

Yan Luoluo could not help but sneer.

Her suffering, one day, would come back to her from those people.

When Yan Luoluo went to work, she found another bunch of flowers on the table. This time, it was a rose, which was slightly better than last time.

She thought, Mu Beihan's taste is finally normal.

Next to her, Sister Liu said, "Aiyo, Little Yan, why has someone been sending you flowers every day recently? You youngsters just like to have these little romances. "

Yan Luoluo laughed and replied: "Big sister Liu, if you like this flower, you can take it to my house and insert it."

Mrs Liu laughed and scolded: "Don't joke with me. I'm so old and yet I'm bringing flowers back. How am I supposed to explain it to my man when I go home?"

At this time, Cheng Jinchuan called him and said, "Luo Luo, did you receive the flowers?

Yan Luoluo asked in astonishment, "Jinchuan? You gave this flower to me? "

Cheng Jinchuan laughed: Could it be that other than me, there's another man who wants to give you flowers?

At this time, Mu Beihan walked in, holding a bunch of Longevity Flowers in his hands.

When he saw the rose that Yan Luoluo was holding, his expression immediately became ugly.

As if the image had been frozen, Yan Luoluo felt rather embarrassed, and said to Cheng Jinchuan, "No, no, no. Um, I'll hang up first. I still have something to do, I'll call you back later."

From the look of it, it was clear to see who was taller and who was lower. The blazing red color seemed to be mocking Mu Beihan, and only then did he feel that the flower in his hand was not up to standard.

Even so, Mu Beihan still strode forward and threw the rose into the trash can.

"Sigh." Yan Luoluo extended his hand but was unable to stop it.

He forced a bunch of longevity flowers into his hands.

Mu Beihan's face did not look good, and turned to leave.

Only Yan Luoluo was left behind to face the shocked gazes of her colleagues in the office.

"No …" It's not what you think. " Yan Luoluo powerlessly tried to defend herself.