Lin Yiran crossed her arms and looked at the man in front of her sharply: "Don't pretend to be stupid. You didn't have the key. Did you come in through the window?"
She tapped the window gently with her finger.
Lin Yiran looked at Li Hanxuan confidently.
This is the sixteenth floor. Li Hanxuan wants to take the key unless Li Hanxuan admits that he climbed up from the first floor.
Li Hanxuan pursed his lips. He pretended to be calm on his face, but he was already panicking. He was afraid that the key he had matched would be handed over to Lin Yiran.
He turned his back to Lin Yiran, took out a card from his pocket and put it into Lin Yiran's hand again: "Don't go to work at Gu Qingmo's place, he has evil intentions against you."
Having evil intentions.
Lin Yiran snorted coldly.
She and Gu Qingmo have a normal boss-employee relationship.
Gu Qingmo is an upright person, and unlike Li Hanxuan, the employees around him are all long-legged beauties.
Thinking of this, Lin Yiran glanced at Li Hanxuan with some disgust.
Li Hanxuan's eyes were sincere, and he had no idea that his image in Lin Yiran's heart had become an out-and-out scumbag.
In order to prevent Lin Yiran from returning the card to him again, Li Hanxuan carefully held Lin Yiran's hand tightly.
A card can not only keep Lin Yiran away from Gu Qingmo, but also change the topic and make Lin Yiran forget about the key.
Lin Yiran half-squinted her eyes and put the card back into Li Hanxuan's hand again: "Mr. Gu is very helpful and has given me many opportunities and helped me a lot. I can't let him down."
She pursed her lips, since Li Hanxuan didn't want to take out the key, it didn't matter.
I'll contact the lock replacement technician tomorrow and just replace it with a new one.
Hearing Lin Yiran's evaluation of Gu Qingmo, the smile on Li Hanxuan's face disappeared instantly. He frowned and remained silent.
He smoothly took Lin Yiran into his arms and carried her into the bathroom.
Lin Yiran struggled, constantly thinking that this man might be plotting against her.
It wasn't until Li Hanxuan picked up the hair dryer that Lin Yiran gave up her struggle.
She is overthinking...
Li Hanxuan turned on the hair dryer, and a warm breeze hit him instantly. Lin Yiran closed her eyes with satisfaction.
Li Hanxuan fiddled with Lin Yiran's hair a few times, and kept saying: "I don't like blow-drying my hair. Why can't I get rid of this bad habit?"
Lin Yiran curled her lips: "In the past, I had a fever and almost died in the room, but no one cared about me. Now it doesn't matter if I don't dry my hair."
The sound of the hair dryer stopped suddenly. Lin Yiran opened her eyes and saw the frown in front of her. She was obviously not satisfied with what Lin Yiran said.
Li Hanxuan approached Lin Yiran and said solemnly: "If I hadn't cooked you porridge and fed you antipyretics, you might have really died in your room that day."
Make porridge...give medicine...
Lin Yiran tried her best to recall the scene that day. She clearly remembered that she ate the porridge cooked by her mother in her dream, and she was very full.
It turns out that the porridge thing was not a dream, it was Li Hanxuan who cooked the porridge for her and fed her one bite at a time...
There was no emotion on Li Hanxuan's face, but there was a tenderness that could not be hidden in his eyes: "Now that I count it, I more than saved your life."
Lin Yiran pursed her lips and said, "I don't know whether what you said is true or not. You woke me up at that time."
Li Hanxuan felt helpless: "You are such a scoundrel."
At that time, Lin Yiran was unconscious due to fever, and she was just shouting for some porridge in a daze.
If he lets Lin Yiran see him cooking porridge and feeding her, wouldn't his indifference to Lin Yiran for so many years be in vain?

Chapter completed!