Little Tsundere is online: CEO please accept

Living such a life suddenly, Jian Lan felt uncomfortable all over her body, and felt a strong sense of loneliness out of society.

At the same time, he had a deep understanding of what made Jin Liancheng achieve such a high status in the mall.

His wrists are indeed very accessible.

It was night, Jian Lan sat on the sofa in the living room for the first time, to wait for Jin Liancheng to come home.

Time passed by, people became sleepy, and Jin Liancheng did not come back.

Jian Lan's heart became more and more anxious, and all the questions and questions she wanted to ask Jin Liancheng turned into worry and fear.

Why hasn't he come back yet, where has he gone?There will be no danger.

Jian Lan felt that she had become a little daughter-in-law, a resentful woman who was waiting for her husband to come home.

The moment he sat here and looked out the door, he seemed to have found the reason why Jin Liancheng was angry yesterday.

Could it be that... yesterday's Jin Liancheng was also waiting for him to come back?
Jian Lan seemed to understand something in her heart, but she couldn't believe that she was the bought woman, Jin Liancheng would be so interested in her?
Self-deprecatingly erased the thoughts in his mind, and continued to wait with his eyelids open.

When the hour hand reached one, Jian Lan accidentally fell asleep on the sofa, with her head buried in her arms, sleeping soundly, showing amazing softness.

When she woke up again, Jian Lan patted her head, and ran straight to Jin Liancheng's room regardless of the soreness in her neck.

The neat bed didn't have any wrinkles, and the air in the room was slightly cool, obviously no one had come back at night.

Jian Lan finally faced up to her situation.

She must take the initiative to do something to get out of the current predicament.

After washing up, Jian Lan hurriedly found the housekeeper, Lao Zhang.

"Uncle housekeeper, what should I do? I don't want to make Mr. Jin angry."

Jian Lan was a little scared. This way of punishing herself was like a concubine in ancient times who was thrown into limbo by the emperor. It was really beyond the tolerance of ordinary people.

A gleam flashed in the eyes of the housekeeper Lao Zhang, and his face was pretending to be thinking.

"Miss Jane, have you made up your mind?"

"I thought it over. I was indeed wrong. I had clearly signed a contract with Mr. Jin, and I still made Mr. Jin angry."

Jian Lan's eyes were already watery, and she said anxiously.

"What should I do? How can I stop Mr. Jin from being angry and remove all these access control."

The housekeeper, Zhang, frowned. This Miss Jian didn't realize what was wrong with her at all. Should I tell her?

Immediately rejected the idea of ​​wanting to tell her.

It's better for two people to take this matter slowly, and no one else can interfere.

"Then you wait for the husband to come back, apologize and coax him?"

The housekeeper, Lao Zhang, tried to point her out, hoping that Jian Lan could get through that string by herself.

"But Mr. Jin hasn't come back yet. How can I apologize and coax him? Uncle housekeeper, do you know when Mr. Jin will come back?"

The butler, Lao Zhang, immediately shook his head.

"Then I don't know. How could you tell me the whereabouts of the husband?"

Jian Lan looked bitter.

"So we have to wait for Mr. Jin to come back?"

Sitting on the sofa again, Jian Lan silently thought in her heart, if she could coax Jin Liancheng well this time, she would never make him angry again.

Jian Lan didn't make Jian Lan wait too long, Jin Liancheng came back in the evening.

Jian Lan was staring at the ceiling boredly on the sofa. When she heard the sound of the door opening, her gaze escaped from the sound. The moment she saw Jin Liancheng, she immediately sat up.

Perhaps because of nervousness and fear, her heart throbbed violently when she met the man's cold gaze.

"Mr. Jin, you are back."

The emotion was too tense, which caused Jian Lan to say this short sentence intermittently.

Jin Liancheng didn't speak, as if Jian Lan didn't exist, he walked directly to the study without even looking at her.

Obviously this person's Qi has not disappeared, and the whole person exudes an aura that strangers should not enter.

Jian Lan, who was left on the sidelines, really didn't know what to do, after thinking and thinking, she still bit the bullet and chased after her.

She finally waited for him to come back, so she had to seize the opportunity.

But as soon as she arrived at the door, she heard a "pong", and she was locked outside Jin Liancheng's study.

"Mr. Jin, I want to talk to you."

After she finished speaking, Jian Lan saw that Jin Liancheng ignored him, so she knocked on the door.

"Mr. Jin, Mr. Jin?"

She also thought that Jin Liancheng wouldn't let her open the door if he didn't know how to fight. Fortunately, Jin Liancheng opened the door after knocking a few times.

The man stood tall and tall at the door. He changed into a serious and rigid suit, and wore a white T-shirt and a beige knitted jacket. He was a little less cold, but more relaxed and gentle, but the scarred half of his face was ruined. Such Qingjun.

Even if it is transformed into this different image, Jin Liancheng is still the most charming, exuding male hormones invisibly, attracting people's attention.

Jian Lan didn't dare to look directly into his eyes, she hurriedly glanced at other places, and spoke in a low voice.

"I'm here to apologize to you, and I realize my mistake."

Seeing the woman pursing her lips and drooping the corners of her mouth, Jin Liancheng's eyes became more playful.

"Come in." Jian Lan followed Jin Liancheng and walked in despondently.

I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, I could finally say what I had prepared a lot.

The design of Jin Liancheng's study is stylish and simple, with black, white and gray as the main colors.I don't know if it's because of the low temperature of the air conditioner, Jian Lan feels cool and cool staying here, and the restlessness in her heart is inexplicably calmed down.

Jin Liancheng was still buried in his work, while Jian Lan stood quietly by the side, even breathing lightly, and suddenly didn't want to disturb him.

Looking at the pile of documents piled up on the table and seeing the man's focused expression, Jian Lan couldn't help sighing.

Sure enough, the better the person, the harder he works. Is he always working so hard?
Jian Lan wanted to admire his appearance at work for a while, a serious man is the most handsome, with a perfect side face, he looks like a wonderful picture of a handsome man.

"Have you seen enough?"

Jian Lan was staring at him obsessively, but was suddenly interrupted by a sound, her face flushed red, she immediately put away her presumptuous gaze, and stood up straight.

"No..." Immediately, realizing that the words he said did not convey the meaning, he continued to explain.

"I didn't look at it, I just took a look."

After explaining this way, Jian Lan felt that she was so stupid. What's the difference between watching and watching?
Jin Liancheng looked at her strangely for a moment because of this sentence, and spoke in a low voice.

"If you have something to say, go out if you have nothing to do."

"Yes, yes, yes!" The anxious Jian Lan raised her voice slightly.

"Mr. Jin, can you remove the access control... I don't want to be locked in the room."

Jin Liancheng's sharp sword eyebrows were knit together, why did he feel so upset when he was called a woman.

"Mr. Jin? Do you regard me as your client?"

He raised his eyebrows and looked at Jian Lan with undisguised dissatisfaction.

Jian Lan has long been used to this name, but looking at Jin Liancheng's expression, she seems dissatisfied... She hesitated for a while, then asked weakly, "Then, what do I call you?"

"Just call me Liancheng."

Liancheng! ?
Jian Lan almost choked on her saliva, the man's words only made her feel extremely dangerous, such an intimate title, only people who know each other and love each other would call it out, right?
But what is their relationship?
"It's not good..."

Jian Lan spoke hesitantly, then her eyes were fixed on her toes, her head drooped very low.