"The design of this sofa is quite satisfactory, nothing special."

Lin Yiran curled her lips, and when she heard Li Meng said that the design of the sofa was Li Hanxuan's suggestion, her face immediately changed. After she put away her love, she no longer had any praise for this set of sofas.

I never thought that Li Hanxuan would have such a unique vision?

In Lin Yiran's view, Li Hanxuan, who did not understand appreciation, regarded the sofa as a woman.

Lin Yiran thought that he only liked women with oval faces, big eyes and bangs and pointed chins. Lin Yiran couldn't believe that someone with such a simple style could catch the eye of Young Master Li.

Li Hanxuan, who was cooking in the kitchen, laughed when he heard Lin Yiran's words. He didn't know that Lin Yiran also sometimes meant what she said.

He put down the spatula in his hand, walked into the living room, and rubbed Lin Xikai's hair: "Not special enough? The look in your eyes when you came in gave you away."

Li Hanxuan's voice frightened Lin Yi, then he took a few steps back and sat directly on the sofa: "Why are you here?"

She subconsciously looked at Li Meng and sighed in her heart.

"Yiran, when you called me, Mr. Li was chopping vegetables. For the sake of my life, I told a lie out of necessity..." Li Meng did not lie.

She looked at the knife in Li Hanxuan's hand, and then at the neatly cut ingredients, and already had many associations.

As soon as she finished speaking, Li Meng hugged Lin Xikai in panic and held her in front of her, thinking that using Lin Xikai to block the gun would be Lin Xikai's way of thanking her for buying the robot.

Lin Xikai had a lot of itchy flesh on his body, and when Li Meng touched his belly, he started to giggle.

Li Meng walked towards Lin Yiran and put Lin Xikai on her lap: "For the sake of Mr. Li personally cooking, you can finish eating before leaving..."

Cooking yourself?

Lin Yiran lowered his eyes. He almost helped Bai Jingrou send her to prison today!

Now I have to thank him for cooking the food himself?

Lin Yiran thought it was really unnecessary.

Li Hanxuan patted the apron on his body, and the cartoon pattern didn't feel out of place on his body: "You can leave if you want, but the little stones have to stay."

Lin Yiran stood up, and her eyes finally fell on Li Hanxuan: "Mr. Li, are you kidding?"

"I promised him that I would make Coke chicken wings for him. If you don't believe me, ask him yourself." Li Hanxuan shrugged and looked at Lin Yiran with his deep eyes, the tenderness in his eyes spreading in an instant.

His slender fingers moved, resisting the urge to rub Lin Yiran's hair.

Strangely enough, with Lin Xikai, Lin Yiran was more attractive to him than before.

Seeing that Lin Yiran had no intention of leaving, Li Hanxuan's uneasiness disappeared.

The corners of his lips slowly curved, and he rubbed Lin Xikai's hair lovingly.

Since you can't rub Lin Yiran's hair generously, let's use Lin Xikai instead.

Lin Xikai, who was eating cheese sticks, never imagined that he would unknowingly become his mother's substitute.

Li Hanxuan, who was about to return to the kitchen, suddenly remembered something. He stopped and looked at Lin Yiran seriously: "Little Shitou's curly hair is not natural."


Chapter completed!