Lin Yiran's helpless appearance was seen by Li Hanxuan.

A smile surged on the corner of his mouth and pointed to the small black suitcase placed behind him: "I got some things back from the Li Group, and see if it can be used."

Looking at the box placed behind, Lin Yiran rubbed the tip of her nose, not knowing what to say.

She remembered that Li Hanxuan had a slight obsession with cleanliness, and today he actually put the box outside on the seat.

Lin Yiran leaned back slightly and leaned down as Li Hanxuan's car turned: "What is here?"

"You open it and you'll know." Li Hanxuan's gaze always fell ahead. There seemed to be water leaking on the road, and a thick layer of ice was formed on the road.

He drove the car carefully and did not dare to look away.

It was not until he drove through the road smoothly that Li Hanxuan dared to speed up the car.

He is not alone now.

If you have a son and a wife, you must always be responsible for these two people.

"Okay, then I'll open it." Lin Yiran breathed a sigh of relief, shook her body along the amplitude of the car, and reached out to get the box.

The moment he picked up the box, Li Hanxuan suddenly turned, and with the curve of the curve, Lin Yiran could no longer control the balance of his body.

After wandering for a few seconds, at the last moment, Lin Yiran's face slammed into Li Hanxuan's shoulders, leaving no gap.

Lin Yiran feels that after living for so many years, the moment when he dies in the society is now.

She was not in a hurry to leave Li Hanxuan's shoulders.

I was embarrassed and wanted to find a crack in the ground to get into it.

She didn't know if the foundation on her face could withstand the experiment, nor would she know if the lipstick on her lips would be too obvious to the black coat...

But it is not a solution to stick close to Li Hanxuan's shoulders for such a long time...

Compared to Lin Yiran, Li Hanxuan was even more helpless. He just turned a corner and was hit by Lin Yiran.

Is it intentionally to hit the car or to take advantage of it?

Li Hanxuan bit his lips tightly, held back his smile, and his eyes naturally fell on the back of Lin Yiran's head: "How long do you plan to maintain this posture?"

The sudden tension made Lin Yiran swallow her saliva constantly. She gritted her teeth and left Li Hanxuan's shoulder with difficulty, and subconsciously put her hands on Li Hanxuan's shoulder again.

In order to avoid being more embarrassed, she always had to make sure whether there was any liquid foundation, lipstick, or even mascara on Li Hanxuan's shoulders.

She carefully raised her index finger, and saw no traces. She then raised her other fingers and found that the clothes were as clean as before. Lin Yiran breathed a sigh of relief with relief.

Li Hanxuan's clear joint fingers were casually placed, and he leaned against the back of the chair and showed his laziness: "You seem to be very curious about my clothes."

"Well, the tailoring of this dress is very professional, and the details are handled well. It should be designed by a famous and professional designer." Lin Yiran's eyes turned, and the topic was changed in a weird way.

Since Li Hanxuan did not mention the moment of her social death, of course she would not fall into the trap.

The gentleness in Li Hanxuan's eyes inadvertently spread: "I have never seen anyone praise me like this."

What?

Praise yourself?


Chapter completed!