Li Hanxuan traced his slender fingers on the screen, took a sip of milk and said, "Lin Yiran, the piece of bread is not me, so don't squeeze it so hard."

Lin Yiran was stunned for a moment and ate the piece of bread in his hand.

Anxious to refute Li Hanxuan's sentimentality, she almost choked to death with a mouthful of bread.

If it weren't for the milk delivered by Li Hanxuan in time, Lin Yiran might not be able to go to the fashion week, but she could directly give Ye Siyun a chance to attend...

wrong.

Lin Yiran was stunned looking at the milk cup in her hand.

What she drank was obviously juice, why did it turn into milk?

Could this milk be...

Lin Yiran slowly raised her head and looked at the empty space in front of Li Hanxuan with tears in her eyes.

They drank from the same glass of milk!

Forget it, Li Hanxuan could actually look indifferent, frowning and looking at the real-time news in his hand.

Lin Yiran could only pretend to be nonchalant and gently put the milk cup aside.

Before the cup touched the table, Li Hanxuan, who was silent, slowly opened his mouth: "The milk in my cup tastes pretty good."

Not bad you ghost...

Lin Yiran scolded Li Hanxuan in her heart, but she still managed to squeeze out a smile: "This milk is not as delicious as juice..."

She didn't know what she said, but she saw the smile on Li Hanxuan's mouth gradually disappear. It wasn't until he got up and went straight to the gas stove that Lin Yiran's eyes followed Li Hanxuan.

Li Hanxuan opened the lid of the casserole unhurriedly, and a greasy smell hit him instantly. Lin Yiran turned her back to Li Hanxuan and covered her nose. The poached eggs and bread slices she had just eaten seemed to be stuck in her throat. Li Hanxuan just needed to put them in.

Putting the soup in front of her can solve her discomfort.

"Let's have a bowl of donkey-hide gelatin, red dates and black-bone chicken soup." Li Hanxuan lived up to expectations and placed the soup bowl in front of Lin Yiran.

In just a few seconds, Lin Yiran hurried back to the room with her cell phone in hand.

Li Hanxuan put down the bowl in his hand, and the corners of his lips curved slightly into a beautiful curve.

Watching Lin Yiran's figure running towards the stairs and disappearing around the corner.

Lin Yiran entered the room and did not forget to close the door tightly.

Lin Yiran, who was holding the toilet, seemed to have vomited all over the place. She slumped on the ground helplessly, her resentment towards Li Hanxuan gradually deepening in her heart.

She frowned slightly and kept asking herself, Li Hanxuan didn't know how to make soup before, why does he like making soup so much now?

And he just went against her, doing whatever he wanted...

Lin Yiran thought in her mind that if Li Hanxuan hadn't recovered from his injury, she would have suspected that this man did it on purpose.

She rolled her eyes and stood up slowly.

Standing in front of the mirror, Lin Yiran simply arranged her hair, washed her face and put on makeup.

The purpose of doing this is to give Li Hanxuan an excuse to ask her.

After packing up her bag, putting her drawing board and tablet computer into her canvas pocket, and making all preparations, Lin Yiran was also ready to go to the Li Group.

Lin Yiran had not seen Li Meng since the last time she was in the mall. She also wanted to see if Bai Jingrou had any difficulties in returning to Li Meng of the Li Group.

Li Hanxuan's secretary was Song Yu before, and Lin Yiran was afraid of going to the Li Group.

Song Yu's selfishness will set up many obstacles in the Li Group, allowing Lin Yiran to choose to leave on her own.

Now that it was Yang Fan, Lin Yiran felt much more comfortable.


Chapter completed!