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An Hao put his head close to her and saw the number of fans in one glance. Just as she was about to say something, a slender palm appeared between her and Gu Shaochuan. She was wondering why that hand had pushed her head to the side, forcing her to keep a distance from Gu Shaochuan.

Gu Shaochuan quickly kept his phone, and subconsciously wanted to apologize: ”Sorry, I forgot to …”

As he spoke, he suddenly widened his eyes and looked at Lin Lang. She's not your wife. I'm a bit closer to her, what's the matter with you?

Unfortunately, he did not have the chance to say the following words, so Lin Lang casually interrupted him: ”You can take a taxi back, I will take An Hao home.”

As he spoke, he pulled An Hao into the Audi, who gave a cold snort in dissatisfaction: ”Truly a fellow who values women above friends.”

After getting in the car, Lin Lang did not immediately start the car, but sat there quietly, thinking about something.

An Hao tensed up, she thought uneasily, if he still dared to scold her, she would never take his car home, she would rather walk back herself.

However, even after waiting for a long time, he still didn't have the intention to open his mouth. He couldn't help but remind Ye Zichen, ”Start driving.”

Lin Lang turned his head to look at her and squinted his eyes. His heart skipped a beat.

He frowned and asked, ”Can you get so close to every man?”

”What?” An Hao blinked his eyes, ”What do you mean?”

”Forget it.” Lin Lang took a deep breath, turned his head and started the engine, then muttered: ”In any case, she's not my wife, why would I be angry at her?”

An Hao really couldn't hear what he was muttering about, as she frowned and scratched her head: ”Can't you speak a little louder, I can't even hear you from such a close distance.”

Lin Lang turned his car around and drove to the road, he glanced at her indifferently: ”I never planned to let you hear it.”

An Hao looked at him strangely. ”Are you crazy?”

Lin Lang did not pay attention to her, but An Hao had already realized what the first sentence he spoke meant. She carefully recalled the distance between her and Gu Shaochuan, and it seemed that when he showed her his phone, she had indeed moved closer, her head almost touching his.

But that was in order to see his phone screen, so it didn't mean anything, right?

An Hao wanted to explain as she raised her eyes to look at Lin Lang. His expression had already returned to his usual absent-minded look, and it was impossible to tell whether he was angry or not. She hesitated for a moment before lowering her eyes.

The two of them had nothing to say along the way, until the car stopped at the same place as Hu Tong. An Hao reached out to open the door, but did not open it.

Lin Lang looked at her with the side of his eyes: ”In the future, do not investigate any more about Shen Liang. He is going to use any means more recklessly than you imagine, do you know?”

”I know.” An Hao pursed her lips, raised her eyes and looked at him: ”But I'm a journalist, he's the person I want to report to. I can't possibly just wait and do nothing.”