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50. High-end atmosphere upscale

The romantic move that she had tried so hard to come up with had no effect on Gu Mengmeng at all, and even caused her to misunderstand it! Yan Yi hurriedly stretched out her hand to hold Gu Mengmeng, and explained with a look of fear on her face.

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"Don't think too much, it's really a misunderstanding."

Gu Mengmeng held Yan Yi tightly with both hands, her eyes so sincere.

"Don't worry, I won't think too much. I just happened to be full, so take advantage of the opportunity. I'll leave this place to you."

Running faster than a rabbit, Gu Mengmeng got into the lounge in a flash. Before leaving, she shouted something.

"It seems that after thousands of years of watching beautiful literary men courting scenes, I finally saw them alive today."

As Gu Mengmeng closed the door, Yan Han was finally able to come out and roll on the sofa holding his stomach.

"You never expected that Gu Mengmeng's thinking is different from that of a normal person! You still put so much effort into it, and even got a new hairstyle."

Yan Han felt that in more than 30 years, he had never said that such a courtship was unsuccessful. This little confusion became more and more interesting, just looking at Yan Yi who couldn't laugh or cry and holding up the roses. Yan Han felt an extra layer of pride in his heart.

You deserve to be messed around without understanding, and your first influence has also changed from a buddy to a best friend.

When he laughed until the end, Yan Han felt that his face was about to freeze. Looking at the messy Yan Yi in the wind, he still didn't forget to add a pinch of salt to his wounds.

"Am I going to treat you as my sister from now on?"

The large bouquet of roses in Yan Yi's hand had begun to fall off its petals. With heavy steps, he walked to Gu Mengmeng's desk with the roses in hand. After placing them, he lowered his head and walked out of the office dejectedly.

When it was around two o'clock in the afternoon, Gu Mengmeng stretched her head out of the lounge and looked at the battlefield that had just been transformed in the office.

Those big eyes carefully observed the office, thinking something was wrong. Didn't it say in the novel that it would be a mess?

Is there a mess here? There is obviously no change, but why is that big bouquet of roses on my table?

She felt that the curtain covering her face was suddenly pulled open, and Yan Han took Gu Mengmeng's collar and warned her.

"Wipe out all the nonsense in your little head."

Let Yan Han carry her to the sofa, and Gu Mengmeng asked with some confusion: "Why are the roses on my table?"

"Well, of course I can't accept it if I like a woman. So I asked him to find a trash can and throw it away, and then Yan Han threw it on your table." Yan Han used all his words to elevate himself and suppress Yan Yi hard.

Gu Mengmeng was filled with regret, thinking that she could witness a cross-gender love with her own eyes, but it was over before it even started.

"You are so inhumane that you don't even accept such sincere love."

As if he let go, Yan Han pushed Gu Mengmeng from behind, causing her to fall on the sofa. He pointed at the set of painting tools on the coffee table and said.

"You don't even understand your own feelings, and you still come to feel sorry for others. The painting tools I promised you are already there."

She was about to grab the pillow on the sofa and throw it at Yan Han, but what she said next made Gu Mengmeng throw the pillow to the side. She crawled to the coffee table and stared at the mahogany box inlaid with sapphires.

I have always thought that painting tool boxes are only made of plastic, but this is completely a luxury jewelry box. Is it a painting tool?

His tongue was curled and he was talking to himself incoherently.
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