Forget it, these are not important. The third one is the top priority. "Third, to avoid embarrassment, Party A and Party B should not have too many eye contact, especially Party A, please do not keep staring at Party B, just like now!"

From the beginning of the negotiations, his eyes were so hot. No matter how she hid, it seemed that he could always be omnipresent. He was originally glad that he finally let her go in the morning, but the eyes came back one lunch time. Ling Yiren lowered his head and blocked his eyes with paper, rejecting the heat lingering on her face.

The negotiation master Qin Haoran was really defeated in front of the little lamb because he had no way to refute this, "How can I control myself? If you can teach me?"

Come again? Ling Yiren angrily put down the cover in front of him and looked him straight in the eyes, "Mr. Qin, I said I don't like it..."

"I'm not kidding."

She was very disgusted with her for a while, and was very affectionate to her for a while. She couldn't guess this moody man, and she didn't want to guess, "Or what? Did Mr. Qin fall in love with me?"

With a sarcastic sentence, Ling Yiren knew that she did not have that charm and she did not have the ability to love her anymore.

Qin Haoran pondered for a few seconds, "No."

It’s just a heart-warming thing. What does love feel like? He may never think about the problem in his life, and loving her is even more impossible.

It would be fine if there wasn't, Ling Yiren lowered her eyes.

After a long silence, Qin Haoran looked at the agreement in her hand, "Are you afraid I will fall in love with you?"

"My heart is dead. Why can't I be afraid if I don't have the ability to love someone?" Three years ago, her heart went with Zixu.

For some reason, I suddenly felt depressed, and Qin Haoran said coldly: "My heart is dead? Are you sure? Your heart is still beating violently when we kiss."

Kissing? Just two lips touching their lips? Ling Yiren exclaimed, "You won't tell me that it was your first kiss!"

His face turned black, and then he started to flush from his neck and climbed to the tip of his ears. Although he had no expression on his face, the red face had betrayed him. Ling Yiren was surprised and took on the role of an emotional mentor. "Mr. Qin, how should I explain this problem to you? Kissing is not a mouth and a mouth that meets the same kiss. Kissing is a process of two people who love each other, at least a feeling of hormones. My heart rate is not because of hormones, but a normal launch in an emergency. Anyone will have a heart rate in a sense of crisis."

He asked back: "You don't?"

"Of course not, we are not..." Ling Yiren said abruptly, and this topic was not suitable for in-depth discussion. "Anyway, that was an accident, not a kiss."

Qin Haoran used a smile to cover up the loss in his eyes, and said arrogantly in a rough voice: "Women who like me can go from here to Canada, which means you have no vision!"

How many women are there across the Pacific Ocean? He is too confident. No, he should be arrogant. But what does that have to do with her? Ling Yiren said calmly: "I really don't have much vision. Mr. Qin, you should have a rest after you have been in a wheelchair for so long. I'll help you back to your room."

Qin Haoran looked on her face, except indifference, but indifference. It was really as she said that her heart was dead, so she could be as calm as she could? Even if her heart was dead, he would find a way to make it come alive, make Ling Yiren fall in love with him, and then abandon her severely. She would try this cruelty of being indulged in pain!

Serve him to sleep, Ling Yiren returned to the living room to clean up the broken puzzles scattered all over the floor. She also needed to make up for her sleep, and the room was silent, and Ling Yiren fell asleep quickly.

In a daze, she had a daydream. In the dream, she was eating sweet and sour pork ribs. Zixu was always with her. Later, Zixu disappeared. A stranger came and couldn't see his face clearly. Ling Yiren frowned in a hurry. He stretched out his hand to gently soothe her. Gradually, she fell asleep again, and there was nothing in her mind.

After getting over this sleep, Ling Yiren woke up and found that it was dark outside the window. She hurriedly ran out of bed. The lights in his room and study were not turned on, and the living room was empty. Could it be that he had overslept?

Ding Ling's clanging sound came from the kitchen, and then he saw him walking out with a big bowl of soup. Qin Haoran, who was surrounded by an apron, had no feeling of a shopping mall elite at all, and looked more like a family man.

Qin Haoran seemed quite surprised to see her, standing there in a daze. Ling Yiren followed his gaze and looked at the cartoon pajamas on her body, as if it was a little inconsistent with her nurse's steady image, "Uh, I'll go and change it."

How could I miss the temptation of her uniform? Qin Haoran quickly stopped her, "No need, just wear it comfortably at home."

He was very inconvenient to work with a crutch. After seeing her, the strength of his arm suddenly became weaker. The bowl of soup almost slipped out of his hand. Fortunately, she reacted quickly.

The soup was very hot, Ling Yiren threw it on the table in a hurry, put his fingers on his earlobe to cool down.

Her pajamas are not normal style pajamas with cartoon pictures printed on them, but a three-dimensional pajamas with a cartoon bear style, with a tail on the back. This bear suit, coupled with her unconscious movements, can be described as cute and overwhelming.

Seeing his gaze, Ling Yiren walked to the refrigerator and knocked on it with a warm agreement. Qin Haoran had no choice but to divert his gaze.

"Sister Chen has asked for leave. We have to solve the dinner ourselves. Come and help me." In fact, Mrs. Chen is not asking for leave, but was forced to take a leave by Qin Haoran. In the afternoon, he wanted to make a meal and forced Mrs. Chen to go home to rest.

Why did someone suddenly have a whim? It was just because someone said sweet and sour pork ribs in his dream! After Qin Haoran woke up, he wanted her to help him apply the anti-itch ointment, but knocked on the door and found that she didn't lock the door and went in. Ling Yiren, who was sleeping, was still worried and frowned. How many secrets did the person who was not even at ease hide?

Qin Haoran was standing in front of the stove and busy, Ling Yiren stood behind him. This feeling was familiar and strange, Zixu loved to cook. He cared about so many people being tired enough to go to work every day, and he had to come back to cook for her after work. Ling Yiren felt sorry for him and suggested ordering takeout. Zixu always said that takeout was unhealthy and definitely not as delicious as his love.

She also tried to learn cooking skills, but she always cut her fingers clumsily. Zixu said she would not let her try again. Maybe this is because of this reason.

Ling Yiren was in a daze as soon as she came in. Qin Haoran was sweating profusely and said dissatisfiedly: "What are you stunned? Help me see which bottle of candy is."

Qin Haoran's words interrupted her memories. Ling Yiren picked up a can of white powder and handed it to him. Qin Haoran licked her fingertips and said sadly: "This is salt."

She quickly changed into another bottle of white powder. Qin Haoran saw that she was in a wrong state and pushed her to the kitchen door, "Okay, you go out, the more you help you, the more you help you."

Qin Haoran half jumped and half walked back to the stove with a crutch. She didn't have to worry about her, but she felt relieved. She didn't know how she survived while she was alone. She probably ordered takeaway every day. She saw her lowered her head and covered her stomach with a uncomfortable feeling, but she didn't know how to restrain herself and deserved to suffer.

This book was first published by Xiaoxiang Academy, please do not reprint it!
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