Lin Yiran's helpless appearance was noticed by Li Hanxuan.

A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, pointing to the small black suitcase placed at the back: "I got some things back from the Li Group, see if you can use them."

Looking at the box placed at the back, Lin Yiran rubbed the tip of her nose, not knowing what to say.

She remembered that Li Hanxuan had a slight mysophobia, and he actually put the outer box on the car seat today.

Lin Yiran leaned back slightly, leaning as Li Hanxuan's car turned: "What's in here?"

"You will know after you open it and take a look." Li Hanxuan's eyes were always on the front. There seemed to be water leaks on the road, and there was a thick layer of ice on the road.

He drove the car carefully, not daring to look away.

Li Hanxuan didn't dare to raise the speed until he drove smoothly across the road.

He is not alone now.

If you have a son and a wife, you must always be responsible for these two people.

"Okay, then I'll open it." Lin Yiran breathed a long sigh of relief, shook her body along the direction of the car, and stretched out her hand to take the box.

The moment he picked up the box, Li Hanxuan suddenly turned. As the curve curved, Lin Yiran could no longer control the balance of his body.

After dangling for a few seconds, at the last moment, Lin Yiran's face hit Li Hanxuan's shoulder firmly, leaving no gap.

Lin Yiran felt that after living for so many years, the most social moment was now.

She was in no hurry to leave Li Hanxuan's shoulder.

I was so embarrassed that I wanted to find a crack in the ground and crawl in.

She didn't know whether the foundation on her face could withstand the experiment, or whether the lipstick on her lips would be too obvious on her black coat...

But staying close to Li Hanxuan's shoulder for such a long time was not an option...

Compared to Lin Yiran, Li Hanxuan was more helpless. He just turned a corner and was hit by Lin Yiran.

Is it a deliberate attempt to get into trouble or is it a deliberate attempt to take advantage?

Li Hanxuan bit his lip tightly, suppressing a smile, and his eyes naturally fell on the back of Lin Yiran's head: "How long do you plan to maintain this posture?"

The sudden nervousness made Lin Yiran swallow continuously. She gritted her teeth and left Li Hanxuan's shoulders with difficulty, and subconsciously put her hands on Li Hanxuan's shoulders again.

In order to avoid further embarrassment, she always made sure there was no makeup residue such as foundation, lipstick or even mascara on Li Hanxuan's shoulders...

She carefully raised her index finger, but saw no traces. Then she raised her other fingers and found that the clothes were as clean as ever. Lin Yiran breathed a sigh of relief.

Li Hanxuan's well-joined fingers were resting on each other casually. He leaned back on the chair and showed his laziness: "You seem to be very curious about my clothes."

"Well, the tailoring of this dress is very professional, and the details are well handled. It should be designed by a famous and professional designer." Lin Yiran's eyes rolled, and she changed the subject in an odd way.

Since Li Hanxuan didn't mention the moment of her social death, she certainly wouldn't throw herself into a trap.

The tenderness in Li Hanxuan's eyes filled the air inadvertently: "I have never seen anyone praise himself so much."

What?

Praise yourself?


Chapter completed!