President! School belle! Please respect yourselves! !

Sheng Qingning on the other side of the phone was still waiting for her online taxi ride downstairs in the company.

She looked at the green fonts on the screen of her mobile phone, and she didn't know how much Lan Xin could hear.

It can be seen that Lan Xin really likes that boy, but Sheng Qingning also hopes that his provocation method can also start to correct Lan Xin's correct approach.

Liking does not mean confinement, nor does it mean forcing others to accept it.

As Sheng Qingning said, if Lan Xin can truly find love, it is not like she manages a company.

That would allow their bodies to obey their orders, but their noble souls would never.

So Lan Xin's sudden apology caught Chang Han off guard.

It's not clear why she apologized. Even her long eyelashes couldn't hide the disappointment in her eyes.

In order to divert Lan Xin's topic as much as possible, he asked how he planned to eat tonight.

"If you're too tired today, just order takeout."

Thinking of Lan Xin's uncertain mood today, she even suspected that it was caused by too much mental pressure at work.

"I am not tired."

Unexpectedly, Lan Xin raised her head and looked at herself.

"I want to do it."

Five minutes later, Lan Xin appeared in the kitchen with a shark clip on her hair and a large section of her black cuffs pulled up, revealing her slender and fair wrists.

To be honest, Chang Han was shocked when Lan Xin said this.

Just when Chang Han was still confused, she added, "I want to learn to cook."

Who knew that this woman only spoke half of her words, which made things awkward between the two of them.

What's more, Lan Xin's hands, with their delicate skin and tender flesh, are more like the hands of a wealthy lady. How could she think of pestering her to learn how to cook?

It would be most distressing if someone accidentally stained the jade hands with clear knuckles and left a scar.

"oops."

Chang Han was still thinking when he suddenly heard a voice from Lan Xin who was at the table.

Chang Han was sitting in a wheelchair nearby, and when he heard Lan Xin making a sound, he hurriedly turned his head over.

"Ah, the egg shell fell in..."

Lan Xin was about to break the eggs into the bowl, but she didn't expect that some broken shells also fell in.

"........."

It's okay if you don't say it, but Chang Han, who is holding her wrist now, is in the air.

Chang Han also thought that Lan Xin accidentally cut his hand when cutting something and made the sound.

"what happened?"

Lan Xin looked at Chang Han who was sitting up straight and looking at him with a slightly cute and confused voice.

"without……"

Chang Han retracted his hand timidly.

"Which step did you do wrong?"

Lan Xin changed her cold voice, and although her frown was still serious, what could be seen in Chang Han's eyes was the ignorance of a girl who belonged to her.

"You're right, I just saw your hairpin was loose and wanted to remind you."

Chang Han said and looked at the painting textbook he bought a few days ago.

"oh…"

The serious expression on Lan Xin's face lightened a lot if it wasn't a mistake on her part, but she couldn't hide her disappointment when she saw Chang Han lowering his head to read without taking a second glance.

"Can you add it again for me?"

Lan Xin put down the clean egg shells in her hands and squatted down in front of Chang Han with her back to him.

Chang Han didn't refuse. Knowing that Lan Xin couldn't free his hands now, he put down the book and carefully removed the shark clip from behind his head and clamped it on his arm.

The moment her hair fell loose, Chang Han smelled the faint aroma of green tea again.

He couldn't remember when Lan Xin started to change, but he felt that he liked it after using it for so long.

Because Chang Han was often coerced by Lan Xin to help her blow dry and tie her hair, her skills became more and more proficient over time.

As the hanging hair was clamped again by the shark clip in Chang Han's hand, he patted Lan Xin's head habitually.

"Okay, done."

What Chang Han didn't notice was that when he was helping Lan Xin tie her hair, a blush crept up her neck.

Lan Xin's neck was certainly smooth and attractive, and this was what he had thought several times.

He was used to these little things and didn't pay much attention to them.

It looks good, but I can’t hold it all day long.

Unless you are willing to cut off your head and show it to yourself.

It was really scary to think about it this way, and Chang Han quickly gave up the idea.

Originally, she was not embarrassed to ask Chang Han to help her tie her hair again, but Lan Xin felt a little embarrassed when he patted her head in the end.

Thinking about how I have been blow-drying my hair like this for so long, didn’t this bratty brother feel any emotion when he was tying his hair?

Or maybe...he's not that controlling?

So what does he like? !

Lan Xin only felt that strange thoughts kept coming to her head.

This stinky brother often stares at his legs...

Is it leg control?

No, sometimes he would stare at her breasts.

Or maybe it's breast control?

In summary, as long as he appears in front of Chang Han after taking a shower, Chang Han will stare at him for a few seconds...

No wonder Chang Han kept staring at him, and even after taking a shower, he would come to him and ask him if he smelled good.

Lan Xin's cheeks immediately turned red as if she thought of the embarrassing incident before.

"Mr. Lan, what's wrong with you?"

Seeing that Lan Xin, who had helped her clip her hair, was still squatting on the ground, Chang Han still felt that something had happened just now.

"If you have to force it today, forget it, you can do it another day."

Upon hearing this, Lan Xin stood up immediately and spoke coldly.

"It's okay. I was in a daze just now."

Chang Han still poked his head worriedly.

Lan Xin's hair and bangs hanging down from her temples were all piled up in front of her face.

"Mr. Lan.?"

Lan Xin responded dully, "Yeah."

I haven't gotten over the memories just yet.

Lan Xin's little eyes were confused, as if she saw Chang Han waving to her.

She squatted down again.

Unexpectedly, the next second, Lan Xin felt that the strands of hair that were just a little unsightly were being pushed behind her ears.

“(っ′w｀)?(╥w╥)”

Chang Han only felt that something was wrong when Lan Xin came back from the company.

First he apologized inexplicably and then he was in a daze, which made him a little worried.

"sick?"

Chang Han probed her forehead.

The temperature is okay, no big problem.

Lan Xin stared into Chang Han's eyes, revealing that she couldn't understand emotions.

She refused to say that it was a psychological problem.

Chang Han really didn't think that anything could stump this omnipotent Lan Xin.

"I'm curious as to what can be difficult for our omnipotent Mr. Lan?"

Chang Han asked in a tone that sounded like coaxing a child in a kindergarten.