As soon as the two of them entered, Han Jian got up from the office chair and walked out of the desk with his long legs.

The temperature of the air conditioning in the office building was just right, and Leng Xianglan saw that he was still a white shirt with high-quality fabric, black trousers ironed without wrinkles, and normal shirt trousers, so she felt that she was handsome and elegant when she wore it on him.

She collected her thoughts, and followed Lin Kang to shout respectfully and coldly.

Han Jian's eyes still fell on Leng Xianglan, she pressed her hat very low, and she hung her head detachedly, the expression on her face couldn't be explored, but she could feel her change from being uncomfortable when she first came in to being calm and calm now.

Han Jian turned to look at Lin Kang and ordered, "The high director of CB will arrive later, you will receive it first." ”

Lin Kang bowed slightly, turned around and walked out of the office after answering the word, and closed the door by the way.

Only then did Han Jian look at her seriously, and his gaze fell on her face, and she was also looking at him, her eyes were clear, and she looked like she was quietly waiting for him to speak, and she didn't notice anything else.

Han Jian first tilted his head, then walked in another direction, and asked casually, "What do you want to drink?" ”

Leng Xianglan's eyes followed him, and when he saw that he had opened his long legs, he naturally raised his heels and replied, "Boiled water is fine." ”

Han Jian smiled nonchalantly, pushed open a glass door in front of him and walked in.

Leng Xianglan walked in with Han Jian, only to find that this was a separate leisure room in his office, although it looked simple, it was exquisite.

Han Jian sat down first, took the electric teapot on the ebony solid wood coffee table, leaned over to get the water, his back was still straight, and he pressed the switch for boiling water when the water was full. After completing this series of actions, seeing that Leng Xianglan was still standing beside her in an orderly manner, her black eyes looked straight at her: "What are you doing standing?" ”

Leng Xianglan sat down on the nearby bench with some hindsight. Looking through the glass window behind him, he looked seriously at the wide office outside, there was a whole wall of floor-to-ceiling glass, and outside the window, half of the bustling city, half of the pleasant river view. Although the office and home decoration is just a simple black, white and gray color, it looks high-grade and pleasing to the eye, the bookshelves are not regular, staggered, and there are several exquisite objects next to them.

Leng Xianglan pursed his lips, sat down in a regular manner, and tried his best to look normal and indifferent, but looking at his deep and handsome face, he was a little more calm than when he was young, and it seemed that it was easier for people to indulge......

Through his face, she seemed to see him as he used to be, she liked to jump and make trouble around him, and he indulged her nonsense, his eyes were gentle, and his smile was light but gentle.

And now, she has to pretend to be polite here.

Then it is not suitable to look around his office abruptly, as if it is not suitable to look at him in distraction.

Leng Xianglan had no choice but to lower her eyes and stare at the tea tray for a long time.

Han Jian had already taken out the teacup from the sterilizer, and when he raised his eyes, he saw that she was immersed in his own thoughts, so he interrupted her in a voice: "What is there here that makes you lose your mind again and again?" ”

Leng Xianglan consciously lost her temper, and met Han Jian's eyes when she looked at her, his eyes were locked on her face, his eyebrows were frowning, and his heart was surging at the moment, and he suppressed his emotions for a few seconds, and continued to show a side that even she hated: "Han Shao can be understood that I may be stupid." ”

With such an attitude, Rao was mentally prepared that the two would not chat calmly, but the corners of Han Jian's mouth still moved a little coldly, with a momentum of not being angry and arrogant and an innate nobility.

But the words that originally wanted to be reprimanded paused in his mouth, and as soon as his eyes flashed, a sentence came out: "Does it still hurt?" ”