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Although Miao An felt that participating in Jiang Huan's date was a bit boring, he was still happy to see Jiang Huan coming.

I don't know if taking the medicine had some effect, but he felt that he was happier than before.

He began to try not to think about what kind of life Jiang Huan lived when he was away, and he withdrew all the people he sent to follow Jiang Huan before.

Yes, he knew that after Jiang Huan returned to China, he sent someone to continue to follow him, like a pervert.

In fact, I was also a pervert...

Jiang Huan looked at Miao Ran who was looking for food in the restaurant, and after making sure that he would not come over for a while, he whispered to Miao An that he wanted to invite Miao An to his house to play.

his home?

Miao An began to regret withdrawing those people.

Where is his home referring to?His little shop?Or his parents?

Miao An was not at all mentally prepared to face his parents now, nor was he ready to start over with Jiang Huan.

As for Jiang Huan's butt-sized shop, Miao An has seen countless times in the photos.

In fact, he also went there, the day before the operation.

He went to the street where Jiang Huan's store was located, and sat across the road for a day.

He saw Jiang Huan busy, and also saw Jiang Huan sitting in front of the window in a daze.

In fact, Miao An almost decided to give up Jiang Huan completely, because he felt that Jiang Huan's life was pretty good now, safe and stable, and the years were quiet and peaceful.

But he saw Jiang Huan standing at the door of the store looking in his direction.

He knew that Jiang Huan couldn't see himself, because the glass here was all one-way.

But Miao An still felt that Jiang Huan looked into his heart.

Miao An still palpitates thinking about it now.

"I rented a house. Well, it's just a small room. I just tidied it up. I want to invite you to play and sit down."

When he spoke, Jiang Huan's face turned red with the naked eye.

Red like a monkey's butt, Miao An began to wonder whether "play" and "sit" had any deep meaning.

"I don't have a housewarming gift." Miao An said with a frown, "or I can give you a bottle of wine."

"No, I don't need anything, I just go to have a meal, that, it's okay if you don't eat..."

Jiang Huan was about to lower his head again while talking, Miao An threw the book directly on the table, Jiang Huan was startled and looked up at Miao An.

"Let's go, what are you still doing?"

Miao An got up and tidied up his wrinkled coat, which he put on when he woke up in the morning, waiting for Jiang Huan to come.

Miaoran was still eating when they left, he always recognized food but not people, so Jiang Huan took his brother away casually, not once or twice anyway.

Jiang Huan still drives his broken car, which looks like the 28th hand Xiali mentioned in the cross talk. Miao An wants to say that it is better to drive his own car, but he feels that he cares too much about Jiang Huan, so although he hates this car In the car, he still followed Jiang Huan and sat in the co-pilot.

Jiang Huan's house was rented near the cake shop. It was a small loft apartment, about 40 square meters. He was embarrassed to tell Miao An that the house was a bit small.

Miao An raised her eyebrows. In Jiangzhou, a place where every inch of land is very expensive, it is good for ordinary people to have their own foothold.

What's more, it's not like he didn't know that Jiang Huan lived in a smaller and cramped place before.

"It's pretty good, better than I expected."

Miao An took off his coat and handed it to Jiang Huan. He took off his shoes, but he couldn't find any replacement slippers.

"Well, I haven't bought the slippers yet, you can go barefoot, I cleaned them up very well."

Jiang Huan seemed to want to prove what he said, and even opened the shoe cabinet to show Miao An.

The shoe cabinet was empty, except for Jiang Huan's sneakers, there was also a shoe box inside.

The box was black, with tiny high-heeled shoes painted on it.

"Are there any girls here?" Miao An smiled and pointed at the shoe box, "Which little girl are you planning to give?"

"No." Jiang Huan muffled, "It's not for the little girl."

"Oh? For your mother?"

"No, it's not..."

"Could it still be given to me?"

Jiang Huan was silent.