Goodnight, Mr. CEO!

in the bedroom.

Since the day Luo Mingwei was buried, Lin Hanxing hadn't been back.

Sit in front of the vanity mirror and take off your jewelry.

In the reflection of the mirror, Lin Hanxing's exquisite face was as white as transparent, and compared to when he was in Lei's house, he seemed to be wearing a mask of frost.

"Miss Jiu, the suit Shen Shuer is wearing belongs to you!"

As the most caring little housekeeper of Nine Girls, Jiang Xibao will never admit his mistake.

Lin Hanxing smiled indifferently, like a night gardenia in full bloom under the moonlight.

The people watching couldn't help but tremble.

She got up, overturned the box containing the gold bars that Jiang Xibao put on the table, and let pieces of gold lie on the white European-style coffee table.

Knock knock knock.

There was a knock on the door just outside.

Lin Hanxing signaled Xibao not to clean up with his eyes.

The person who came was Lin Jiaojiao, so Lin Hanxing should call her cousin.

"Sister, Mom asked me to bring you some fruit."

He smiled shyly while talking.

Lin Hanxing looked at her. Since returning to the Lin family, she really hasn't had much contact with her cousin.

After all, compared to Luo Ruyin, Lin Jiaojiao who doesn't cry or make trouble is more like a background decoration.

It's kind of cruel to say that though.

"Put it there."

Lin Hanxing's voice didn't sound warm.

But Lin Jiaojiao didn't seem to understand, she put the cut fruit on the coffee table, and glanced at the gold bars on the table.

Lin Hanxing didn't let Jiang Xibao clean up, and the gold bars were still in a state of being overturned and scattered.

It gives people a sense of extravagance.

"Cousin, just put your gold bars here!"

Lin Jiaojiao glanced at Jiang Xibao, and the meaning of what she said was self-evident.

I wanted to reach out to help her put the gold bars back into the box, but when I met Lin Hanxing's eyes who seemed to understand all her careful thoughts, the movements of my hands couldn't help being stiff.

Lin Jiaojiao couldn't describe that feeling.

It was as if a basin of cold water had been poured over her head, which made her feel a little overwhelmed.

"I think my cousin seems to have misunderstood me."

Lin Jiaojiao smiled sarcastically.

"Xibao, go find Uncle Dumb and order pastries."

Jiang Xibao sighed, turned around and left.

Lin Hanxing sat leisurely on the sofa, piled up those gold bars, as if playing with toys.

"What misunderstanding can I have about you?"

Lin Hanxing asked Lin Jiaojiao back.

"Cousin was downstairs just now, I just wanted to bring you a glass of water, nothing else."

Lin Jiaojiao opened her mouth timidly, like a delicate little white lotus.

"I just thank you for the water, nothing else."

Lin Hanxing quickly piled those gold bars into a small pyramid, and his voice didn't fluctuate.

Lin Jiaojiao bit her lower lip, and sat beside Lin Hanxing a little courteously.

"Cousin, before you said that what my mother asked would not come to fruition within three years, what do you mean?"

——Little aunt, what you ask will not come to fruition within three years.

That's what Lin Hanxing said when he first came back.

But she has been missed by Lin Jiaojiao until now.

With a bang, Lin Hanxing's small pyramid was knocked down by her casually.

That voice startled Lin Jiaojiao.

Then when he met Shanglin Hanxing's cold eyes, he felt inexplicably guilty.

"Over the years, my aunt has always wanted to give my uncle another boy to inherit the family business."

Lin Hanxing was lazily leaning against the sofa pillow, with a cold expression.

"Seven years ago, she had a chance, but unfortunately..."

Lin Hanxing and Lin Jiaojiao looked at each other, and the cold voice made Lin Jiaojiao's eyes light up.

"My aunt slipped on the soles of her feet and accidentally fell down the stairs, and the child was not kept."

When Lin Hanxing spoke, his voice didn't fluctuate at all, as if he was talking about someone who had nothing to do with it.

No. 37, there are more updates.