he sofa, resting her head in her hand, idly watching the man with his eyes closed.At this time, Fu Mo Han's coldness had faded away, and he no longer possessed the domineering aura and inexplicable mi...In the past, he would always come back late at night. Today, he came back before dinner. 。Back at the Fu residence, Lin Jinran endured the pain in his knee and went upstairs. 。Standing at the bedroom door, she subconsciously looked towards the end of the corridor and Fu Mo Han's study door, pursed her lips. 。Is Lin Ruochu telling the truth Did she really go to Fu's Group and become Fu Mochen's secretary When did this happen He never mentioned it. 。Should I not mention it to herHer clear eyes dimmed slightly, and Lin Jinran twisted the doorknob, pushing open the door and walking into the bedroom. 。Lin Jinran's heart was in turmoil. The divorce, Mu Shaocheng's matter... everything felt like a jumbled mess weighing down on her chest. 。He went to the bathroom and took a shower. The water got his knee wound sticker wet, so Lin Jinran ripped it off. 。The trouser legs were tucked into the root of her thighs, and her damp hair was haphazardly wrapped in a towel, which she rubbed dry and then placed on top of her head. 。Lin Jinran opened the door and stepped out of the bathroom, enduring the pain in her knee. She sat on the bed and unzipped her small bag, taking out the medicine she had bought. 。

I picked out a few cotton swabs, dipped them in antiseptic alcohol, and carefully wiped my knee. 。"Hiss" 。"Lin Jinran gasped, taking a sharp breath. He hadn't expected the wound to hurt so much after getting wet." 。She endured the pain, disinfected it, picked up a bandage, and tore it open. 。He tore open one, the direction of the door, with a sound of "click", the door creaked open, Fu Mo Han's tall figure strode in. 。His dark gaze fell upon the scar on Lin Jinran's knee, his brows furrowing as he strode over. "How did you get this" "It's a small..." 。Lin Jinran didn't want to explain, tearing open the adhesive bandage and carefully applying it to the wound. 。Fu Mo'han's face darkened slightly, "I ask you again, how did you do it" 。"

"fell 。"Lin Jin was silent, her head hung low as she replied in a cold and desolate voice. " 。A fair finger picked up another bandage and tore it open, ready to stick it on the wound. Suddenly, the wrist was grasped tightly. 。She was forced to look up, meeting the gaze of the man standing before her, his face dark and grim. Her wrist twitched as if wanting to pull back. 。"Did you go back to the Lin family today" Fu Mo'han tightened his grip, feeling even more displeasure at Lin Jinran's resistant actions. 。"My dad came back today" 。re ripped. Hou Shao wasn't bothered at all, and looked at her handicraft with satisfaction. 。After finishing, she closed the book and put it on the table. She stood up, stretched lazily, and walked to...