Lin Yiran was not surprised by this secret.

But how could she know about such a explosive thing?

She is a designer, not a gossip reporter!

Lin Yiran unscrewed the soda and took a big sip, and nodded his mouth in detail: "If you want to say it, I can listen."

Anyway, if Li Hanxuan mentioned a word, he would definitely continue to say it.

She seems not too gossipy like this.

Always install it.

The car drove away from the kindergarten parking lot. Lin Yiran followed the teachers' eyes and was waiting for the gossip news from Li Hanxuan.

Until the car left the kindergarten, the man sitting in the driving position did not speak anymore.

He drove the car without saying a word, and Lin Yiran could even see a slightly smug curve in the corner of his mouth.

Lin Yiran sighed secretly, after all, she also wanted to know about Mrs. Li's affairs.

She wanted to take down Mrs. Li's cooperation too much.

At this time, she could only compromise, worried that Li Hanxuan would not hear it clearly, so she repeated again: "I can listen to what you want to say."

Li Hanxuan skillfully turned the steering wheel, and tapped his slender fingers under the steering wheel a few times, looking cynical: "I don't want to say it."

You are cruel!

Lin Yiran clenched her fists and her teeth clattered.

She kept muttering in her heart, Li Hanxuan must not be blamed in her hands!

Li Hanxuan raised his eyebrows in the rearview mirror and said, "Mr. Lin, this news is very important to you. You are not asking for help."

What is the attitude of asking for help?

Lin Yiran closed her eyes, and the darkness in front of her eyes suddenly appeared in a scene of herself acting coquettishly with Li Hanxuan's arm.

Let me tell you brother Han Xuan, that scared Lin Yiran quickly opened his eyes.

Only she could speak this delicate voice when she was a child.

Now that she wants her to beg Li Hanxuan like this, it would be better to give her a knife.

Li Hanxuan turned his head and glanced at the entangled Lin Yiran, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he unbuttoned the collar of the white shirt.

He still doesn't like wearing turtleneck sweaters. He always feels depressed when he gets angry and even feels unable to breathe.

Li Hanxuan glanced at Lin Yiran with deep eyes, nobility and coldness all over his body: "What are you thinking about again..."

Lin Yiran hugged her arms, looked arrogant, and in a panic, she still tried to argue for herself: "Who is thinking about what happened to Mrs. Li's family. Since you said this, I will ask Qin Kexin."

She obliviously observed Li Hanxuan's slight expression and slowly tidied up her clothes.

Today she wore a black sweater, loose jeans on her lower body, and a plaid wool coat.

The milk-brown curly hair was tied up, and a beautiful bun looked lazy and cold.

Lin Yiran knows how much work she has today, and she is dressed casually, so she can be more comfortable when drawing drawings.

Li Hanxuan likes Lin Yiran's outfits very much.

Compared to Bai Jingrou's luxury goods and her high and soft and revealing clothes, Lin Yiran's simple outfit attracted his attention and all his attention.

He looked away and landed outside the car window, his voice a little lazy: "Qin Kexin and Mrs. Li are not familiar with each other, and she knows most about Gu Qingmo's gossip."

"Yes, she knows Gu Qingmo very well." Lin Yiran rolled her eyes. What was she looking forward to when she knew Li Hanxuan so well?


Chapter completed!