President! School belle! Please respect yourselves! !

Because of the sudden fall of snowflakes, there were very few pedestrians on the street.

Those who prepared umbrellas walked in the snow, while those who did not have umbrellas just walked on.

The snow on the road is getting thicker. Passers-by are walking on the soft snow, making rhythmic sounds under their feet, leaving a series of clearly visible footprints behind them, which are buried by the wind and snow. The earth is clean.

They came back in time before the heavy snowfall, otherwise they would have faced the stage of vehicle skidding and accidents on the road.

The car stopped downstairs, and although it was only a few steps away, stars and snowflakes were still falling above my head.

When you get home, Lan Xin will take the lead? He ran to the bathroom and took out a towel to carefully wipe the snowflakes off Chang Han's head.

Then he took the drawing board from Chang Han's arms and looked at it like a treasure, fearing that snowflakes had just fallen on it and affected the beauty of the painting.

"Fortunately I didn't fall down."

Lan Xin watched with satisfaction as the picture on the drawing board looked more and more like her own and couldn't help but smile.

Chang Han also burst into laughter. It was just a painting.

"It's just a painting. When it gets wet, I can paint another one."

Then Chang Han pointed to the white crystal snowflakes on Lan Xin's hair.

"Please wipe the snow off your hair first, and give me the painting first."

"No."

Unexpectedly, Lan Xin unreasonably raised the drawing board high.

"It's different. There's a difference between the first painting and the next painting."

“Even if I paint a new painting, it’s hard to get the same look as the first one.”

Chang Han didn't understand what was different about this. He just drew a line drawing casually in the afternoon and she couldn't put it down?

"You sit down and dry your hair. I'll draw you another one in a few days."

"real?!"

After hearing this, Lan Xin's face showed an innocent smile like a child, completely different from the way he looked in the company.

"Then I'll have someone customize the frame now and frame this first."

Lan Xin was a little too excited. She thought that Chang Han would draw another picture in a few days and she couldn't help but be happy.

The contrast was truly unexpected to Chang Han.

But on the contrary, this was Lan Xin's truest appearance, and he was already used to it.

I just don't know why a random picture of her that I drew made her so happy.

Lan Xin picked up the phone and was about to make a call, but Chang Han grabbed the hem of her windbreaker.

"Did you not hear anything earlier?"

Chang Han tugged at the corner of her clothes and looked at the towel again.

Who knew that Lan Xin not only didn't give him the painting, but also pulled up a chair to sit in front of him and carried him on her back.

This completely leaves the matter of wiping hair to Chang Han.

But I thought about where it would be more appropriate to hang this painting in the future.

"Where can I hang this?"

Lan Xin seemed to be talking to herself, or asking.

Chang Han helped her wipe the snowflakes from her hair and answered casually.

"Hang it at home."

If you don't hang around at home, it's not enough, why hang out and be embarrassed?

"No, no one else can see it this way."

"..."

It was exactly what Chang Han thought.

But what should she do if she is worried that the paintings hanging in the company will be vandalized?

This is the first painting Chang Han has painted for her, and it is also the first time that something Chang Han has given to her can be easily destroyed by others.

It was too late for her to collect it herself, how could it be someone else's turn to damage it?

"I thought about it."

Lan Xin snapped her fingers, which made Chang Han couldn't help but wonder where she was going to put it.

"I will set aside a whole floor in the company to display your paintings."

Lan Xin suddenly turned around and looked at Chang Han. A smile spread across her eyes and brows, and it was obvious that she really paid attention to this painting.

But Chang Han felt that something was making a fuss out of a molehill.

"This is just an ordinary painting. There is really no need to waste resources on this."

After hearing this, Lan Xin's eyebrows knitted together into a "Chuan".

"How can it be wasted? In my opinion, things are the most important."

"This matter is not negotiable, I have already decided."

Lan Xin stood up and walked towards her room.

Did she say it was important?

He couldn't help but feel a little bit in his heart, that someone would really pay so much attention to himself.

Chang Han was still holding a towel in his hand, wondering if she was angry again?

He felt that he had not said anything wrong. Setting aside a whole floor for a painting of his was such an honor for himself.

Some people have worked hard for half their lives to open an exhibition for their works. It would be better for them to just paint a painting and have a storage place on the first floor.

What if those people knew it and wouldn't they all vomit blood and die suddenly?

Chang Han still felt that Lan Xin thought too highly of him.

But who let her be Lan Xin? Who can say no to something she decides.

In this case, Chang Han can just let her be happy.

It's just a painting, who can see it except Lan Xin who likes it?

Chang Han took back the towel in his hand angrily and checked to see if there was any snow on his body before going to the living room.

At this time, Lan Xin stood at the door of the room without pushing the door open.

Chang Han soaked the towel he had just wiped his hair with in hot water and planned to wash it later.

Seeing Lan Xin standing at the door of the room but not entering, Chang Han happened to fold his clothes for her.

"Mr. Lan, your clothes."

Lan Xin put her hand on the door handle and made no move to turn around or open the door.

"Uh...uh."

Chang Han suddenly remembered that Lan Xin paid great attention to cleanliness and would usually wash the clothes she wore in a special laundry.

"..."

"I'll take it and wash it some other time before returning it to you."

Chang Han thought it was almost over.

Back in the room, Chang Han was wondering which dry cleaners would be open during the Chinese New Year.

"..."

While Chang Han was still searching for nearby stores with his mobile phone, he heard a knock on the door.

The person outside the door was Lan Xin, who had changed into home clothes.

Lan Xin wore black designer long-sleeved shirts and off-white straight pants on her lower body.

Because the entire house has floor heating, there is no need to wear too thick clothes at home.

Seeing Lan Xin standing at the door of the room, Chang Han reacted and patted his head before speaking before she opened her mouth.

"What do you want to eat? Are you going to order takeout today or try making it yourself?"

It was already dinner time when I came back, but I was so focused on finding a laundry shop for Lan Xin that I completely forgot that I hadn't asked her what she wanted for dinner.

Lan Xin's eyes flashed with dissociated light, and she kept staring at Chang Han, but she didn't know what she was thinking.

"..."

"Mr. Lan, what do you have on your mind?"

Chang Han seemed to sense that something was wrong with her.

He hadn't spoken since he opened the door and saw her, and he didn't answer her questions.