"That's your brother. Is he watching the movie with his girlfriend?" Feng Qin asked.

Jiang Lan was stunned, brother... again this title, every time it looked like a bloody knife, and she was caught off guard and stabbed her in the heart.

She stared at the two figures, Xia Yan held the man's arm, the man hugged her waist with a doting heart, and the two walked into the mall talking and laughing.

It was not until their figures disappeared that Jiang Lan slowly withdrew her gaze. She remembered that they had divorced.

In the past, she might have had a position of being angry or sad, but now she doesn't even have the qualification to be sad.

She opened the car door and then Feng Qin got out of the car.

Feng Qin grabbed her wrist and was about to pull her in, but when he grabbed her injured wrist, Jiang Lan took a deep breath of cold air and subconsciously threw him away.

This action made Feng Qin a little at a loss. He looked at Jiang Lan in awesomely and apologized: "I'm sorry, I'm a little abrupt..."

Jiang Lan frowned in pain. She shook her head, lifted up her sleeves, and showed the wound to him.

Feng Qin saw the gauze dyed red on her wrist and couldn't help but widen her eyes, "What's wrong with you?"

Jiang Lan shook her head, she didn't know anything. This feeling of not knowing anything made her feel even more uncomfortable than when she saw Lu Jingchi and Xia Yan together just now.

Feng Qin looked at her eyes deeply, her eyes were very clear, but Feng Qin could never understand, and could not understand the stories in her eyes.

Yes, the first time he saw her, he felt that there were many stories in her eyes.

It made him always want to explore the truth, explore the depths of her heart, and her past.

Perhaps when you have curiosity or compassion for a woman, it is the beginning of a man's misfortune.

The same goes for women.

"Then let's go in, the movie is about to begin."

Jiang Lan nodded, she lowered her sleeves to cover the wound on her wrist, and tried not to think about those messy things.

She followed Feng Qin into the cinema and hugged the popcorn and milk tea that Feng Qin bought for him. She took a sip. Perhaps because the milk tea was cold, her lower abdomen began to hurt again.

Jiang Lan put down the milk tea and raised his hand to rub his lower abdomen.

Feng Qin noticed her movements and asked with concern: "Do you not be able to drink cold? Sorry, I'll buy it for you again."

Before Jiang Lan could react, Feng Qin took away the iced milk tea and went to the next door to buy a cup of hot milk tea.

"Jingchi, I want to drink milk tea too." Xia Yan's familiar voice came from behind.

Jiang Lan's whole body was slightly shocked. She suddenly turned around and saw Xia Yan and Lu Jingchi coming.

Xia Yan wore a mask and hat and covered her tightly, but Jiang Lan could hear her voice and recognize her figure.

Lu Jingchi was also wearing a black windbreaker, which was a suit and an open windbreaker that made his legs look longer and longer. It was already very cold and color, which made his facial features look much colder.

In a trance, Jiang Lan had a kind of Lu Jingchi now, who was not the same person as the boy who used to wear a white shirt.

When she turned her head, Lu Jingchi swept her face without any emotion.

Jiang Lan subconsciously withdrew his gaze.

Then I heard Lu Jingchi say, "You sit down, I'll go buy it."

"Okay, thank you dear! I can't drink ice."

Lu Jingchi said nothing, nodded and went to buy her milk tea.

Xia Yan walked to Jiang Lan and sat down, pushed the sunglasses on her face, and said with a smile: "Jiang Lan, such a coincidence, that boy is Mr. Feng's son. You are so awesome. You hooked him up so quickly."

Xia Yan's words were a bit sour. After all, she is now in the entertainment industry. There are not many people in the entertainment industry who don't know Mr. Feng, nor are there many of them who don't know Mr. Feng's two sons.
Chapter completed!