Li Hanxuan took the folder in Lin Yiran's hand.

He opened it and flipped it around a few times, then sat back to his desk: "Don't believe Li Xiaonan easily, don't blame me for not reminding you if something happens."

Lin Yiran looked at her empty hands, and Li Hanxuan's reminder resounded in her ears.

She couldn't help but frown and looked at Li Hanxuan sitting on the chair.

Mr. Bai’s office decoration and furnishings are much different from Li Hanxuan’s office.

But Li Hanxuan's cold temperament has improved the level of the items around him.

Even the folder that Lin Yiran spent five yuan to buy seemed like a limited product in Li Hanxuan's hands.

Li Hanxuan flirted through the design drawings in the folder, and when he saw a design he didn't like, he would frown slightly.

Lin Yiran stood there without moving, she could not see through Li Hanxuan after her amnesia.

I don't know what his frowning means.

Is it because I am not satisfied with her design?

The two of them had their own thoughts and did not say a word in the empty office.

Lin Yiran looked at Li Hanxuan in front of her, as if she had returned to a few years ago in an instant.

The year she and Li Hanxuan got married.

This is how Li Hanxuan was busy dealing with the company's affairs in the study room, while Lin Yiran faced the closed study door and held a plate of cut fruit, but she was reluctant to disturb her.

The caution at that time was completely different from the caution now.

At that time, Lin Yiran was worried that he would talk too much and anger Li Hanxuan.

Lin Yiran is now worried that Li Hanxuan will not be satisfied with her works and refuses to cooperate.

Lin Yiran sighed in her heart, and could only wait for the result Li Hanxuan gave her.

Whether it is cooperation or rejection.

She was already mentally prepared.

When Li Hanxuan heard someone knocking on the door, he slowly raised his head, "Didn't you have anything else to do? I want me to treat you to lunch here?"

"Well, then I'll leave first."

Lin Yiran had no expression on her face, and she glanced at the last look at the documents on the table, and had no choice but to leave.

As soon as he opened the office door, Lin Yiran was stunned.

She couldn't help but look back at Li Hanxuan.

How did he know that he had something else?

Song Yan, who was standing at the door, was ready. She bent down slightly and reported to Li Hanxuan: "Mr. Li, I'll send Mr. Lin out first."

The design drawings were spread flat on the table, and Li Hanxuan, who had no expression on his face, never raised his head, but just responded coldly: "Yes."

I saw with my own eyes that Li Hanxuan treated Lin Yiran so coldly. When Song Yan lowered his head, the corner of his mouth slowly curled up, revealing an undetectable smile.

She followed Lin Yiran, and the sound of high heels stepping on the ground was particularly harsh.

When I walked to the elevator door, the harsh sound of high heels gradually disappeared.

Lin Yiran gently pressed the elevator button, "Assistant Song likes the sound of his heels stepping on the ground?"

Song Yan lowered his head and subconsciously looked at his shoes: "High heels are a symbol of female elegance. What is the difference between wearing a pair of silent high heels and mute?"

Lin Yiran smiled faintly.

She turned sideways and looked at Song Yan's outfit. She should have been wearing a well-behaved professional attire, but Song Yan was the same as her sister Song Yu.

Deliberately wear clothes with exposed personalities and deliberately show off your figure.


Chapter completed!