However, there was only a small wound on Li Hanxuan's forehead, and Lu Jian said it would heal in less than two days.
Come to think of it, it was only two days of grievance.
Lin Yiran couldn't say this, otherwise it wouldn't be as simple as free nanny if she made Li Hanxuan angry.
The light of street lights occasionally flashed through the car in the darkness, and Li Hanxuan's angular profile looked even colder in the dim light.
He tapped his legs a few times with his slender fingers and looked at Lin Yiran with interest: "How can you be responsible?"
Lin Yiran was stunned for a moment and looked at Li Hanxuan in the rearview mirror, feeling a little flustered: "I'll make soup and deliver it to your home or work every day until your wound is healed."
She is so witty.
Lin Yiran couldn't help but reveal an imperceptible smile, sighing in her heart at her own cleverness.
The soup was boiled and sent directly to the front desk of the Li Group. There was no need to have direct contact with Li Hanxuan and he was responsible for his wounds.
She is really a genius for coming up with such a way to get the best of both worlds.
Li Hanxuan glanced out the window calmly, avoiding Lin Yiran and slowly raising the corner of his mouth.
This smart-aleck guy must be very satisfied with his idea.
If all the employees of Li's Group had such brains, they would be fired the next day.
Lin Yiran has a pure and pleasant face, which won the favor of many adults when she was a child.
Only Li Hanxuan knew about Lin Yiran's eccentricity.
Since Lin Yiran's mother passed away, Lin Yiran has become timid and cowardly, and her personality is completely opposite to that of Lin Yiran when she was a child.
What Li Hanxuan couldn't believe was that Lin Yiran, who had disappeared for a month, inexplicably looked like a child.
"Soup, I drink it hot every day, and it doesn't taste as good as freshly cooked soup in a thermos bucket."
Li Hanxuan raised his eyebrows and looked at Lin Yiran, hoping that the woman in front of him could understand the other meaning of his words.
Lin Yiran pursed her thin lips tightly and forced a smile: "Mr. Li, you should know my soup-making skills."
Li Hanxuan was unhurried, and his tone was not threatening but more gentle: "You should pay a price for beating me like this."
cost.
Hearing these two words, Lin Yiran's expression instantly stiffened.
So until now, everything between them still requires quid pro quo.
Li Hanxuan's voice was low, deliberately pretending to be cold, "Come home with me, and we will live separately as before. You can't leave until the wound on my forehead recovers."
"I reject."
Hearing Li Hanxuan's words, Lin Yiran rolled her eyes and was too lazy to look at the self-righteous man behind her.
"You caused my injury. Do you want to deny it?" Li Hanxuan reluctantly unbuttoned his collar.
He didn't expect that Lin Yiran would refuse so simply.
I never expected that Lin Yiran would be so calm and calm.
Lin Yiran turned a corner and saw that she was getting closer and closer to Li Hanxuan's villa: "I didn't deny it, I just rejected your proposal."
"Go back to your rental house. I'll sleep on the sofa. If the wound doesn't heal, you'll keep serving me and don't even think about running away." Li Hanxuan sighed secretly. It seems that when facing Lin Yiran, he still has to fight fire with fire.
A few more threats and she will choose to compromise.
Lin Yiran drove the car to the door of the villa and analyzed it slowly: "I'm not feeling well. Who knows if you will wake me up in the middle of the night to pour you some water."
Hearing Lin Yiran's words, Li Hanxuan smiled lightly: "You only need to make soup for me in the morning and evening. You don't need to do anything else."

Chapter completed!