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Chapter 37 No dressing change

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    After Mu Yao hung up the phone, Song Xinrou felt a little relieved on the other end of the phone.

    Bo Chenhe refused to let her bandage, but she asked Mu Yao to match and act, which made Lin Yiran think that his "job" had been replaced by someone else.

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    In the car, Bo Chenhe said nothing and only focused on driving people away. The route was obviously back to the Song family. Song Xinrou smiled a little reluctantly, "Brother Chenhe, it's rare for me to come back to China. Why don't you invite me to sit at the Bo family?"  Soyeon"

    "Haven't you and Su Yan met a long time ago?" Bo Chenhe said calmly, "And my mother, didn't she arrange for you to enter TL?"

    Bo Chenhe saw blood for a while, and Song Xinrou's expression became a little unbearable, "Brother Chenhe I didn't expect you to pay attention to me?"

    That¡¯s right, after she returned to China, she first went to see Bo¡¯s mother. After completing the TL entry procedures, she made an appointment with Bo Suyan to meet outside.

    It was precisely because of Bo Suyan that she knew about Lin Yiran's existence and was so wary of her.

    She didn¡¯t want to act too eager for quick success in front of Bo Chenhe, as if she was deliberately currying favor with Bo¡¯s family, but she didn¡¯t expect that all this would fall into Bo Chenhe¡¯s eyes.

    "If you hadn't met So Yan yet, she would have caused a quarrel at home and probably wouldn't even go to school." Bo Chenhe replied coldly.

    He has always hated thoughtful women, but Song Xinrou simply had the word "scheming" written on her face, thinking that no one could see it.

    For So Yan¡¯s sake, he doesn¡¯t care about Song Xinrou, but that doesn¡¯t mean he is willing to be a fool.

    "Yes, really?" Song Xinrou twitched her lips.

    No one in the car spoke anymore. When they drove to Song's house, Song Xinrou didn't have the courage to invite Bo Chenhe up to sit down. She just said, "Thank you for your hard work today, Brother Chenhe, I'll go up first."

    "Yeah." Bo Chenhe nodded casually, raised the window again, and left without any regrets.

    At the door of Song's house, Song Xinrou watched Bo Chenhe go away, the expression on her face getting colder and colder. When the servants of the Song family saw the young lady standing in the rain, they were so frightened that they quickly came over with umbrellas, "Miss! Why are you getting soaked in the rain outside!  Come in, come in!"

    "Lin Yiran." Song Xinrou repeated the name softly, with hatred flashing in her eyes, "It's not your turn to take the position of mistress of the Bo family yet, so don't get too happy too soon!"

    Late at night, at the TL company headquarters, only Sunny and Lin Yiran were left in the office.

    Sunny¡¯s eyes were dazzled when he looked at the design draft. He couldn¡¯t bear it anymore and closed the magazine. ¡°I can¡¯t do it anymore! If I keep going like this, I¡¯m going to die suddenly!¡±

    She quickly packed her things and prepared to go home. At the same time, she looked at the sky outside and asked, "Yiran, did you bring your umbrella? Do you want me to take you home?"

    deliver?  Is it okay for Sunny to see the Bo family's pomp?

    Lin Yiran quickly shook his head, "No, I have an umbrella. Go back quickly."

    "Okay, I'm leaving then, see you tomorrow!" Sunny came over and hugged her, "Come on! I really hope we go together."

    She winked at Lin Yiran, who also laughed.

    "Bye-Bye!"

    After Sunny left, Lin Yiran slumped down on the office chair as if frustrated.

    It rained suddenly, so of course she didn¡¯t bring an umbrella. If she could have called her uncle openly before, but today

    "Forget it, let's take a taxi back." She stood up and left resignedly, but when she arrived at the company door, she discovered that there was no rain shelter where the taxi parked.

    This means that she has to wait for the car to arrive in the rain, and she doesn¡¯t know how long it will take.

    "I shouldn't have stood there and watched." Lin Yiran murmured, "What's wrong with riding in a car with Song Xinrou? As long as I'm not embarrassed, she will be the one who is embarrassed."

    Having said that, she still rushed into the rain curtain with her hands above her head.

    There were fewer and fewer people at night, and there were fewer taxis passing by. When Lin Yiran finally got into the taxi, his hair was almost wet.

    "Tsk, it's really troublesome" She patted the water drops on her sleeves and planned to take a hot bath when she went back.

    By the time the taxi arrived at the Bo family villa, almost all the lights in the villa were turned off, and only the weak street lights were still on in the garden.

    Lin Yiran opened the door softly and went in. During the few steps back, she got caught in the rain again. The living room was completely dark. Lin Yiran stood on the carpet and groped forward, fearing that the rain would stain the expensive carpet of the Bo family.  Dirty.

    With a "click" sound, a small light suddenly lit up at the entrance, right in front of Lin Yiran, dazzling her eyes.Turning his head consciously, he heard Bo Chenhe say coldly, "Finally back?"

    She moved her hand away and saw Bo Chenhe across from him in gray casual clothes, which highlighted his perfect figure. He seemed to have just taken a shower. There were small drops of water on the tips of his hair, falling drop by drop into his delicate collarbone.  In the crowded entrance hall at night, Lin was still full of pressure for no reason.

    "Uncle, youyou're not asleep yet?" Her eyes widened in surprise.

    Of course, Bo Chenhe didn't sleep. He wanted to know what kind of job could keep Lin Yiran so busy that he didn't come back until late at night.

    He was already very angry, but when he saw Lin Yiran, who was soaked all over, standing there helplessly like a little rabbit in distress, his eyes seemed to be washed cleaner and brighter by the rain, he couldn't get angry anymore.  , pulled the towel around his neck, directly held Lin Yiran's head in his hands and started rubbing it.

    ¡°You didn¡¯t bring an umbrella?¡± His voice was lower, as if he was angry, ¡°Why didn¡¯t you call me if you didn¡¯t bring an umbrella?¡±

    Lin Yiran was suddenly wrapped in a towel and couldn't see the way. He allowed Bo Chenhe to move and answered obediently, "I thought you were asleep, and I didn't want to trouble you."

    Bo Chenhe stopped wiping her hair and said semi-sarcastically, "You are sensible."

    Lin Yiran smiled coquettishly, because he had witnessed him sending Song Xinrou home, and now it felt a little strange for the two of them to be alone.

    "Uncle, then" She was about to say that she should go take a shower first, but suddenly her eyes froze, and she saw that the gauze on Bo Chenhe's hand was a little frayed, and it seemed that it had not been changed. She asked carefully, "What's yours?"  No dressing on the wound?"

    "Who should I look for to change the dressing?" Bo Chenhe said in a cold tone, and suddenly raised his hand and looked at it, "I'm waiting for the culprit to come and take care of me."

    "I'll change, I'll change!" Lin Yiran immediately put on a slutty look. Bo Chenhe glanced at her and felt that she was about to vomit* in the next second.

    "Then don't come over."

    He turned around and went back to the room. Lin Yiran was stunned for a moment, then quickly responded, "Okay!"

    Following Bo Chenhe upstairs, Lin Yiran couldn't stop the corners of his mouth rising, but after a while he despised himself in his heart. He was just changing someone's medicine. What's the point of being happy? He was born to endure hardship!

    However, when she thought of Song Xinrou not changing Bo Chenhe's dressing, she still felt a secret joy in her heart.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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