ent, her mouth agape. She couldn't believe what she had just said.When did she have no memory of this at allWhy would you say Mu Shaochen's nameFu Mo'han lowered his gaze, scrutinizing Lin Jinran. The...Lin Jinran was startled, her whole body stiffened.

Fu Mo Han is back

How was she supposed to explain her actions by the desk

At the same time that this thought flashed through my mind, my gaze fell upon the person standing at the doorway. It wasn't Fu Mo Han, but Tangtang!

His heart, which had been in his throat, dropped back into place with a jolt, nearly making him ill from fright.

It seems that Tiantian was also startled, she didn't expect Lin Jinran to appear in the study, "Missus."

"What's wrong" Lin Jinran's heart was pounding like a drum, and she put down the documents in her hand in an orderly manner.

It's a bit overcast outside. Zhang's wife said the window in the study wasn't closed, so I came to close it.

Lin Jinran swept a glance at the open window with the fading light and softly said, “Go out, I’ll close it.”

When Tiantian heard Lin Jinyan say he was leaving, she didn't stop him. She just closed the door and left.

Lin Jinran let out a long sigh, feeling beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

Not wanting to linger any longer, she walked to the window and looked out at the sky.

At some point, the bright sky became overcast with a large expanse of dark clouds, as if a storm was brewing.

Is it going to rain

Closing the window, Lin Jinran went downstairs.

Zhang Sao stood by the window, looking out and sighing, "It's going to rain soon."

Lin Jinran walked over and gazed out the window together. The sky outside had darkened even further.

Half an hour later, the sky darkened as if it were night, and indoor lights had to be turned on.

In a moment, the sound of rain started to lash against the glass windows, relentless and unceasing.

The rain came quickly and left just as fast.

After half an hour, it drizzled and the sky gradually turned from dark to clear. Opening the window, the scent of earth mixed with raindrops hit me all at once.

Since it was raining, Lin Jinran returned to the guest bedroom to draw. Without customer design drafts, the immediate plan was to sketch first, outlining the style and patterns.

In the evening, Fu Mo Han still hadn't returned. Lin Jin Ran didn't care, she stayed in the guest room and worked overtime to finish it.

Without realizing it, time passed twelve o'clock. She had no sleepiness and was just waiting for Fu Mo Han to come back, so she didn't go to rest.

In the silent room, only the sound of a pencil scratching could be heard.

Suddenly, with a "crack," the door swung open.

Startled, Lin Jinran suddenly turned towards the door and saw the man walking over. The pounding in his heart slowed to a normal pace.

She put down the pen in her hand and was about to ask about the whereabouts of the paper.

The tall man standing before her spoke first, "Go make some fried rice."

Lin Jinran was slightly taken aback.

Making scrambled eggs at midnight

Lin Jin yan strangely tilted his head to look at Fu Mo Han, probingly asking, "You didn't have dinner"

"Hmm," Fu Mo Han responded lightly, "Fried rice."

"I'll go call Zhang Sao." Lin Jinran got up, ready to call Zhang Sao.

It's not that she wouldn't cook, but she was afraid Fu Mo寒 wouldn't eat what she made.

Since he wanted to eat, Zhang Sao's cooking was pretty good.

When he passed Fu Mo Han, his wrist tightened, and Lin Jin Yan was pulled back.

Fu MoHan's voice was deep and unwavering, "You do it."

"Are you really going to eat what I made" Lin Jinyan confirmed again, worried that Fu Mochen would pick and choose once it was done.

"Too much talk." He let her go and Fu Mo Han suddenly turned around and strode away.

Lin Jinran was inexplicably angry. She shrugged it off, deciding to cook first. When dinner was ready, she would ask her what she wanted to know.

In less than ten minutes, Lin Jinran made a plate of steaming and fragrant fried rice.

Fu Mo's eyes were deep.

He took the chopsticks Lin Jinran passed him, tasted them, and found the flavor familiar.

His eyes narrowed, it seemed Xiaoyu had been lying all along.

He may not only be lying, but there are also some things that need to be investigated and brought to his attention.

"Why didn't you tell me it was you" Fu Mo Han's face darkened as he glanced at Lin Jin Ran.the plot, but instead urged Xiaohong to watch it quickly." 。"Okay, okay, I'll go when I have time." 。"Xiaohong replied, not at all interested in watching TV. Everything she had just said were lies she...