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Chapter 572

"Improve the fact that such costumes are ready-made comedy when they are awarded at the award ceremony."

Lin Yiran pinched a corner of the plan with his fingers, and his face gradually became a little stiff.

Such an unattentive design seems to be to deal with the work.

It would be fine if the clothing design was not innovative at all, but for such an important occasion at the award ceremony, I actually chose to use large areas of lace materials.

Lin Yiran simply couldn't understand.

Li Hanxuan looked straight ahead, his eyes complex and subtle: "The design team of Lin's Group currently has big problems. I am not a professional design, and I don't see some things thoroughly enough."

Lin Yiran saw through Li Hanxuan at a glance. There was something in his words, but it was not so elusive: "If you have anything to say, you don't have to beat around the bush."

"When your health recovers, the Lin Group will be handed over to you." As soon as he finished speaking, Li Hanxuan's tone gradually calmed down.

Lin Yiran held the hand of Sang and used a little force. She wanted to say something, but she closed her open mouth silently.

Lin Yiran nodded softly as his eyes fell on the plan in his hand.

Seeing Lin Yiran nodding frequently, Li Hanxuan had a faint smile on his face.

He raised his hand and rubbed Lin Yiran's hair, and said softly: "Then you keep resting."

Li Hanxuan walked back to his desk again, and Lin Yiran collapsed on the bed without any confidence.

This time, after walking around the gates of hell, Lin Yiran suddenly realized a lot.

She was unwilling to break the inner line of defense, and she really couldn't bear to let the Lin Group fall into Gao Rourou's hands again.

Lin Yiran rubbed the tingling temples. Before she could return to the Lin Group, her uneasiness seemed to have aggravated a little.

Can she really take over and continue to run the Lin Group?

Lin Yiran gently lowered her slender eyelashes, her lips still had a faint pale look, and she did not hide her inner anxiety at all.

During these days at Lijia Private Hospital, Lin Yiran has experienced the God-like treatment.

Even the food was delivered to her, so she almost fed it directly into her mouth.

Of course, Lin Yiran refused.

Her hands are very flexible, so she doesn't have to bother others to feed her bite by bit.

"Oh, who did I think it was? Can this divorced ex-wife still come to the private hospital of the Li family?" Bai Jingrou's sarcastic and mean voice rang at the door.

Just when Lin Yiran heard Bai Jingrou's voice, she stuffed the plan in her hand into the quilt.

Bai Jingrou walked into the ward wearing a pair of black boots, stepping on the white street stall without hesitation at all.

He glanced at Lin Yiran lying on the bed, his voice seemed to be squeezed out of his nose, with a strong hatred: "Miss Lin's spare tire was changed frequently, Yan Lin had nothing, and he turned his eyes back to Li Hanxuan. Don't you know how defensive grandpa is for you?"

Lin Yiran stared at Bai Jingrou with her eyes, her stubborn eyes were filled with disgust: "Miss Bai doesn't have to be so scheming. I have no interest in flattering Grandpa Li's family. I won't steal your position, so you can rest assured."

Lin Yiran, who picked up her phone, suddenly remembered something, and her gaze gradually fell on Bai Jingrou's stomach.

I think this woman came to Li’s hospital, and she should not just be looking for trouble.

Bai Jingrou was not willing to be outdone, and glared at Lin Yiran angrily, no longer caring about her image: "You are leisurely. Grandpa knows that you live here and will definitely drive you away in a mess!"

"Trapped away? I will be officially discharged from the hospital in an hour. Where do you go to drive me away?" Lin Yiran's tone was filled with too much confidence and calmness. She no longer competed with Bai Jingrou for a win or loss in her words.

Gradually, Lin Yiran realized that the winning or losing in his words seemed to win or actually lost.

Always trying to beat others in words is actually a low emotional intelligence behavior.

Chapter completed!
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