"The bags bought for 100 yuan at the roadside stall and the handmade custom bags of Prada are all bags. The skirts in the store and Amani's skirts are all skirts. Spaceships and planes can fly... But can that be the same thing??"

Luo Huan was shocked by Xiao Aniu's heartbroken expression, "It's probably different." There is indeed a big difference in the price.

"Miss Huan, please be sure to take a fancy to this tall car. You must know that if there are 100 million women in the world dreaming and longing for this car at the same time every year, you will be the only one among the 100 million beauties. The chance is lower than buying a lottery ticket!!" Xiao Aniu flew over and was so excited.

"Okay, okay, this is a good car, very good, okay." Luo Huan obediently tied the seat belt, not daring to stimulate Xiao Aniu's obvious hyperactivity and excessive nerves.

Xiao Aniu rubbed his hands, took a deep breath, took out his cell phone, took photos with the driver's platform from all directions and angles, and then took out his white gloves and put them on, and started the car carefully.

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Twenty minutes later, in the poisonous coffee shop, Luo Huan hugged in the corner, holding the mango milkshake, biting the straw, and biting it.

"Huan'er, isn't that guy over there who was the handsome blue-eyed guy who helped you knock Guo Jin down when the hero saved the beauty last time? Are you together? When did it happen?" After Dudu brought the drink, he sat down next to Luo Huan and asked in a low voice, aiming in the direction of the handsome blue-eyed guy. In fact, what she wanted to do was to take out her mobile phone and take a picture and gossip with someone. When she turned around, there were pictures and truths.

"He is not my boyfriend." Luo Huan shook his head and sighed, "Dudu, please, whisper, don't let him hear what you say, otherwise he will use ten thousand words to correct your mistakes until you collapse."

Look at her experience in the car, you will know how terrible Xiao Aniu was excited. Especially when he was in a very good mood today, he even talked a lot. How terrible it was to argue with a French man who spoke very authentic Chinese! She developed a deep sense of awe for Xiao Aniu.

I should have known that none of the people who can survive the boss are good people.

Du Du looked at Luo Huan suspiciously, "Exaggerated?"

"No exaggeration." Luo Huan was serious.

"If it's not your boyfriend, can I go and talk to him? I recently opened a new book. The male protagonist wants to write about a foreigner and then let the female protagonist give birth to a mixed-race baby. Wow, it's wonderful to think about it." Du Du looked obsessed.

"You go." Luo Huan waved his napkin to see her off.

Dudu snapped his fingers, "It's done, good friend, loyal! I'll treat you today's milkshake! I'll send you another plate of pistachio later."

"Yeah, thank you." Luo Huan silently lit a candle and looked at Du Po with sympathy.

The poor home-girl writer was not sure what to do, so he went for Xiao Aniu.

Luo Huan opened the book and buried her head in it, unable to bear to witness the tragic scene of his friend being abused.

Dingling... The wind chimes hanging on the coffee shop door made a series of crisp sounds.

Hei Jieming was wearing a straight suit, holding a bouquet of roses in his hand, and walked in.
Chapter completed!