The moment I raised my hand, I found that the wrist I was about to rub my eyes was tightly held by someone else, and I couldn't move it.
She slowly opened her eyes, and Li Hanxuan's delicate face gradually came closer to her: "We agreed to make soup in the morning and evening. I cooked the soup last night, and I also cooked the soup this morning."
In order to prevent the man from approaching, Lin Yiran politely stretched out her index finger to block Li Hanxuan's chest, which was only one centimeter away from the man's chest: "I was frightened yesterday...I don't feel well."
It is true that I feel uncomfortable, but it is false that I am frightened.
That arrogant woman is far different from her stepmother Gong Meimei.
For Lin Yiran, it was just a joke.
Li Hanxuan calmly put down Lin Yiran's hand: "Get up and have breakfast, and come with me to Li's Group in an hour."
"Why!" Lin Yiran sat up hurriedly and asked Li Hanxuan in disbelief.
He was always like this, without asking for her opinion, and decided her freedom privately.
Such a young master's character is even more annoying.
Li Hanxuan left Lin Yiran's bed and put the tablet away: "Why don't you dare to go to Li's Group?"
Lin Yiran took a deep breath and looked at Li Hanxuan's back angrily: "Why do you want to go to the Li Group?"
Li Hanxuan did not intend to argue with Lin Yiran. He walked towards the door without answering Lin Yiran's words. When he walked out of the room, Li Hanxuan stopped.
His voice was calm and calm, and he patiently persuaded Lin Yiran: "In one month, there will be a fashion week in country b. I want you to design a Chinese-style design and take it with you to participate."
Lin Yiran was slightly startled. Her mind was in a mess about what Li Hanxuan said.
He slowly slumped down on the bed, still not responding to Li Hanxuan's words.
Li Hanxuan asked her to participate in a foreign fashion week...
How can this be.
Lin Yiran ruffled her hair and her mind went blank.
Without Li Hanxuan's recommendation, what qualifications would a small designer like her have to participate in fashion week?
After many years of marriage, Lin Yiran ate breakfast cooked by Li Hanxuan for the first time. Looking at the combination of Chinese and Western dishes on the table, Lin Yiran was quite shocked.
Lin Yiran, who had just sat down, took a sip of juice. Although there was everything on the table, she still couldn't eat it.
She vomited several times while taking a shower, and feeling weak, she secretly sighed: "I won't go to Country B's Fashion Week."
Li Hanxuan put the poached eggs on the plate with a piece of meat on his plate, and cut the poached eggs with a knife and fork expressionlessly: "You can't refuse. I chose you to go to this fashion week just to let people all over the world know about the Li Group. The purpose
Once this is achieved, the money you owe me will be written off in one go."
The corners of Lin Yiran's lips slowly raised and she smiled self-deprecatingly.
Therefore, the relationship between her and Li Hanxuan is always a transaction.
They have their own purposes.
Lin Yiran didn't expect that she still had so many qualities worth using for Li Hanxuan.
She pretended to be calm, picked up the slices of bread on the table and smeared the jam on it: "You are a businessman, so naturally you know better than me. Taking me to Fashion Week will offset the sixteen million. It seems like you are losing money."
"It seems? It's just losing money."
Li Hanxuan placed the sliced ​​poached eggs in front of Lin Yiran's eyes, his eyes always falling on the tablet next to him. He was watching the real-time news on the tablet.
Even though she was chatting with Lin Yiran about such stupid topics, she didn't worry at all that he was multitasking.
Looking at Li Hanxuan's indifferent face, Lin Yiran snorted and took a hard bite of the bread.
Humph! Damn Li Hanxuan.
Lin Yiran ravaged the piece of bread in his hand vigorously. The piece of bread was pitiful. Without his consent, Lin Yiran took it as Li Hanxuan's anger.

Chapter completed!