Lin Yiran was not surprised by this secret.

But how could she know about such an exciting thing?

She is a designer, not a gossip reporter!

Lin Yiran opened the soda water and took a big sip. She pursed her lips regardless of the image: "If you want to say something, I can listen to it."

Anyway, if Li Hanxuan mentioned it, he would definitely continue talking.

She doesn't seem to be too nosy like this.

Pretending always has to be done.

As the car left the parking lot of the kindergarten, Lin Yiran followed the teachers' gaze and looked inside, waiting for the gossip from Li Hanxuan.

Until the car left the kindergarten, the man sitting in the driver's seat didn't speak again.

He concentrated on driving the car without saying a word, and Lin Yiran could even see the corners of his mouth curling up in a slightly contented arc.

Lin Yiran sighed secretly, after all, she also wanted to know more about Mrs. Li.

She really wanted to win Mrs. Li's cooperation.

At this time, she could only compromise. Worried that Li Hanxuan didn't hear clearly, she repeated again: "I can listen to what you want to say."

Li Hanxuan turned the steering wheel skillfully, tapped the steering wheel a few times with his slender fingers, and said with a cynical look: "I don't want to say it."

you are vicious!

Lin Yiran clenched her fists and gritted her teeth.

She kept thinking in her heart, Li Hanxuan must not let him fall into her hands!

Li Hanxuan raised an eyebrow at the rearview mirror and said, "Mr. Lin, this news is very important to you. This is not the attitude of asking for help."

What is your attitude when asking for help?

Lin Yiran closed her eyes, her vision went dark, and suddenly there was a scene of herself holding Li Hanxuan's arm and acting coquettishly.

The sound of "Brother Han Xuan, just tell me" frightened Lin Yiran and quickly opened her eyes.

This delicate voice could only be spoken by her as a child.

Now if she wants to beg Li Hanxuan like this, it would be better to give her a knife.

Li Hanxuan turned his head and glanced at the troubled Lin Yiran, with a faint smile on his lips, and unbuttoned the collar of his white shirt.

He still doesn't like wearing turtlenecks. He always feels depressed when he's out of breath, and even feels like he can't breathe.

Li Hanxuan glanced at Lin Yiran with his deep eyes, his whole body exuding nobility and coldness: "What are you thinking about..."

Lin Yiran crossed her arms and looked arrogant. In her panic, she did not forget to defend herself: "Who would have thought of it? I was thinking about Mrs. Li's family. Since you said it is so difficult, I will go.

Ask Qin Kexin."

She squinted at Li Hanxuan's expression and arranged her clothes slowly.

Today she wore a black sweater, loose jeans, and a plaid woolen coat.

Her milk tea-colored curly hair was tied up, and her beautiful round head looked tired and cold.

Lin Yiran knew how much work she had to do today, so she dressed more casually so that she could be more comfortable while drawing the drawings.

Li Hanxuan likes Lin Yiran's outfit very much.

Compared to Bai Jingrou's luxurious clothes and Gao Rourou's revealing clothes, Lin Yiran's simple outfit attracted his attention and all his attention more.

He moved his gaze away from the car window and said in a lazy voice: "Qin Kexin and Mrs. Li are not familiar with each other. She knows Gu Qingmo's gossip at most."

"Yes, she knows everything about Gu Qingmo." Lin Yiran rolled her eyes. She knew Li Hanxuan so well, what on earth was she expecting?


Chapter completed!