Business tycoon has a crush on me

Chapter 1343 Add fuel to the fire
It's just that the more messy, the more mistakes, accidentally touching the needle, the pain made her grin her teeth.

Jun Mohan didn't say anything, but just looked at her with eyes that were as quiet as a deep pool.

Not as predatory and majestic as looking at others, but very oppressive.

Ye Liran didn't say anything, and slowly stretched out her hand.

Jun Mohan retracted his gaze, and turned to Shen Yuze: "When will it be better?"

"Twenty and ten minutes."

After getting the exact time, Jun Mohan turned around and walked out, leaving only Shen Yuze and Ye Ranran in the room.

"Did you tip off the news?" Ye Liran picked up a book and pointed at Shen Yuze.

Shen Yuze's eyebrows never fluctuated in the slightest: "What is tipping off? I'm just talking to the young master."

Just talking about something, so easy to say?Ye Liran finally couldn't help but smashed the book in his hand.

Shen Yuze raised his arm to block it, the book fell to the ground, and hit a steel pipe as thick as an arm on the ground, the steel pipe shook, and the bottles and cans hanging on it began to shake.

One or two even fell off.

"You..." Shen Yuze looked at her angrily.

Ye Liran felt sorry in her heart, but she didn't show it on her face, she just raised her chin and looked at him in protest.

"Unreasonable." Shen Yuze walked out.

Ye Liran scratched her hair irritably.

It's annoying, it's annoying.

Twenty minutes later, Shen Yuze came over to remove the needle for her, his face was a bit smelly, Ye Liran curled his lips: "I'm not angry yet, why are you angry?"

It would be fine if what she destroyed was his research results, they were just two empty test tubes with nothing in them.

He was actually angry with her for this, as for?

Can't afford it?

"What do you know? Every doctor should take good care of their instruments, even small test tubes." Shen Yuze spoke righteously.

It doesn't make sense for Ye Liran to refuse to communicate with him.

She went back to her room with a white face.

Jun Mohan had already showered and was waiting for her in his room. When he saw her come back, he put down the Economic Times in his hand.

Ye Liran leaned over: "Honey, please hug me, please comfort me."

She lay on top of him like a puppy.

Jun Mohan picked her up, her face was dark, and the same message was exuding from her whole body: Don't think I'll forgive you for acting like a baby, just want to expose it, dreaming.

Ye Liran knew that it was useless to do so, she lowered her head and played with her fingers: "I was wrong."

"What's wrong?" Jun Mohan didn't look at her.

"The mistake was that I shouldn't have taken the cultural relics. The mistake was that I stopped that person. I should let him go and let him go with his things."

Jun Mohan raised his eyebrows slightly, his expression cold: "Are you admitting your mistake?"

"Oh, don't be angry." Ye Liran hugged him, rubbing her head against his shoulder.

On the hairy head, occasionally strands of hair brushed across his neck, making him itchy. The strands of hair were like willow twigs brushing across the lake in his heart, causing ripples circle after circle.

The coldness on Jun Mohan's face could no longer be maintained, and his hand stroked her right hand intentionally or unintentionally: "I can recover the cultural relic if it is gone, and I can find him if the person escapes, but if you don't Now, where can I find it again?"

"I'm sorry." Ye Liran hugged him even tighter.

Jun Mohan patted her on the head: "Don't take any more risks in the future."

In fact, she didn't take any risks, that person was just slightly stronger than her, and she accidentally forgot that she couldn't use her right hand, but well, saying this at this time is simply adding fuel to the fire.

(End of this chapter)