Li Hanxuan's slender fingers struck the screen, took a sip of milk, "Lin Yiran, the bread slices are not me, don't squeeze them as hard as I do."

Lin Yiran was slightly stunned and ate the slice of bread in her hand in one bite.

In a hurry to refute Li Hanxuan's self-indulgent manner, he almost choked her to death with a bite of bread.

If it weren't for the milk handed over by Li Hanxuan in time, Lin Yiran would probably not have been to Fashion Week, so she could have given Ye Siyun a chance to start the banquet...

wrong.

Lin Yiran looked at the milk cup in her hand and stood there.

She obviously drank juice, but how did it turn into milk?

Could this milk be...

Lin Yiran slowly raised her head and looked at the empty place in front of Li Hanxuan without tears.

They drank the same glass of milk!

That's all, Li Hanxuan could actually look indifferent, frowning tightly at the real-time news in his hand.

Lin Yiran could only pretend to be nothing and gently put the milk cup aside.

Before the cup could touch the table, Li Hanxuan, who was silent, slowly spoke: "The milk in my cup tastes pretty good."

Not bad, you're a ghost...

Lin Yiran cursed Li Hanxuan in her heart, but she still forced a smile: "This milk is not as delicious as juice..."

She didn't know what she said, but only saw the smile on the corner of Li Hanxuan's mouth gradually disappearing. Until he got up and went straight to the gas stove, Lin Yiran's gaze moved with Li Hanxuan.

Li Hanxuan opened the lid of the casserole without any rush, and a greasy smell came instantly. Lin Yiran put his back on Li Hanxuan and covered her nose. The poached eggs and bread slices that he had just eaten seemed to be stuck in his throat. Li Hanxuan only needed to hand the soup to her to solve her discomfort.

"Drink a bowl of donkey-hide gelatin, red dates and black chicken soup." Li Hanxuan lived up to everyone's expectations and put the soup bowl in front of Lin Yiran.

In just a few seconds, Lin Yiran hurried back to the room with her cell phone.

Li Hanxuan put down the bowl in his hand, and a beautiful curve slightly curled up the corners of his lips.

Looking at Lin Yiran's figure, he ran to the stairs and disappeared around the corner.

Lin Yiran entered the room and did not forget to close the door.

Lin Yiran, holding the toilet, seemed to vomit in the dark. She sat on the ground weakly, and her resentment towards Li Hanxuan gradually deepened.

She frowned slightly and kept asking herself in her heart. Li Hanxuan didn’t know how to make soup before, so why do she like to make soup so much now?

And I just went against her, doing whatever greasy...

Lin Yiran thought in her mind that if Li Hanxuan had not been injured and nourished her body, she could have completely suspected that this man had done it on purpose.

She rolled her eyes and stood up slowly.

Standing in front of the mirror, Lin Yiran simply tidied up her hair, washed her face and put on makeup.

The purpose of this is to give Li Hanxuan an excuse to ask her.

He packed up his bag, put the drawing board and tablet in his canvas pocket, and made everything ready, and Lin Yiran was also ready to go to the Li Group.

Since last time in the mall, Lin Yiran has never seen Li Meng again. She also wants to see if Bai Jingrou has made things difficult for Li Meng to return to Li Meng in the Li Group.

Li Hanxuan's secretary was Song Yu before, and Lin Yiran was afraid to go to the Li family group.

Song Yu's selfishness will set up many obstacles under the Li Group, making Lin Yiran choose to leave by herself.

Now that it is Yang Fan, Lin Yiran feels much more comfortable.


Chapter completed!