Mr. He, don't mess around

Chapter 57 This Explanation Is Really Clumsy

The office is very quiet, you can hear a needle drop.

"Excuse me, is there anything else Mr. He can do? If it's okay, I'll go to work first." The office is very spacious, but with He Hanchuan around, Xiang Wan felt that every inch of the air seemed to be squeezed, and there was not much oxygen left.

He Hanchuan chuckled, his eyes were dark and sarcasm, "Should I raise my salary for such a good employee who works hard and loves his job?"

"Boss He was joking. This is my duty as an employee." Every cell in Xiang Wan's body was tense, and something made him dissatisfied.

Or, as long as she was Xiang Wan, whatever she did would arouse his dissatisfaction.

"Is it your duty as an employee to deliberately leave clothes at my house?" He Hanchuan snorted, put down his teacup, picked up a bag from his feet, and threw it on the table.

When Xiang Wan saw the bag, he suddenly remembered that he forgot to take back his clothes yesterday.

"Nothing to say? Huh?" He Hanchuan stood up, walked in front of her, and looked down at her.

She lowered her head, barely touching his shoulders, and her humiliating appearance somehow made him feel uncomfortable.

But why it would be uncomfortable, he didn't want to think about it, and he didn't want to think about it.

His height advantage gave Xiang Wan too much compulsion, she took a few steps back holding her breath, and explained in a low voice, "It wasn't intentional."

At that time, her stomach hurt so much that she just wanted to go to the hospital and forgot about the clothes for a while.

"This explanation is really clumsy." He Hanchuan lifted her chin and forced her to look at him, "Xiang Wan, didn't I tell you before that you should find an excuse before lying?"

"How can Mr. He be sure that it's a lie, not the truth? Just because you don't have a good impression of me, is it because I have ulterior motives in everything I do?" Xiang Wan clutched the corner of his clothes tightly, and regretted it as soon as he finished speaking.

Her attitude will only make He Hanchuan more dissatisfied with her.

He Hanchuan let go of her chin, stroking the scar on her forehead with his fingers, his eyes darkened a little, "Xiang Wan..."

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't talk to you in such an attitude." The place he touched seemed to be licked by a sharp blade, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on Xiang Wan's nose, "And the accident that happened in the car yesterday, Sorry, it's all my fault."

He Hanchuan looked at the panic she was trying to hide, frowned almost invisible, and sat back on the chair again, "The tea is cold."

"Wait a minute, I'll make it again." Xiang Wan boiled hot water, made tea restlessly, and accidentally scalded his hand while serving him the tea, but he didn't dare to say a word.

He Hanchuan glanced at her hot red hand, his eyes darkened a bit, he picked up the teacup, but lost his appetite, and put it down again.

"I have a stomach problem. I drank too much yesterday and my stomach hurts so much that I forgot to take my clothes when I was in a hurry to go to the hospital." Xiang Wan didn't know if he would believe it, but he explained it anyway.

The reason is simple, she can't bear his anger.

He Hanchuan hummed, showing no signs of happiness or anger.He leaned back in the chair, squeezed his shoulders, and looked faintly tired.

Seeing this, Xiang Wan hesitated to speak, but thinking of what Zhou Miao said, she still said cautiously: "I have learned some massage skills, so I can massage your shoulders."

He Hanchuan crossed his legs, put his hands on his knees, and looked at her indifferently.

Xiang Wan couldn't understand what he meant, so his lips twitched a few times, but he didn't say anything in the end.

"You have learned a lot." He Hanchuan said something vaguely, and closed his eyes, "Come here."

Xiang Wan responded, walked up to him with her head down, took a deep breath, put her hands on his shoulders, and shook uncontrollably.After a while, seeing that he closed his eyes and said nothing, her hands gradually stopped shaking, and she looked at him secretly.

The sun shines on him through the window, softening his angular handsome face, making it look less imposing than usual.

Maybe it was because the air conditioner in the office was too hot, so he unbuttoned two shirt buttons. The slightly open shirt wrapped around his thin chest muscles, exuding a strong hormonal breath.

Suddenly, Xiang Wan's pupils shrank—

Between his pectoral muscles and collarbone was a perfectly finished jade pendant...it was the one she gave to the supervisor before.

How could it be on him?
"Are you sure this is a massage, not venting your anger?" He Hanchuan opened his eyes, his eyes dim.

Xiang Wan forced himself to look away from the jade pendant, and eased the strength in his hand, "I'm sorry, I haven't pressed it for too long, I'm a little rusty, and I can't control my strength well."

Hearing that the supervisor had resigned, she couldn't help it even if she wanted to ask about the jade pendant.

"Did you get pressed before?" He Hanchuan straightened up and rubbed the slightly swollen eyebrows. He went back last night and processed documents for a few hours, and didn't sleep well.

Xiang Wan's body froze for a moment, and after a while, he hummed.

Dad's shoulders always hurt when he was dealing with documents all day long. She learned some massage techniques when she was free, and massaged him when she remembered.

Hearing this, a dark light flashed in He Hanchuan's eyes, and he slapped her hand away, "Don't press it anymore."

"Did it hurt you just now?" Seeing his slightly unhappy expression, Xiang Wan asked cautiously.

pat.

At this time, the door opened.

Jiang Qingran pushed a wheelchair and walked in. Seeing that Xiang Wan was also here, surprise flashed in his eyes, and he smiled and said, "I thought only Brother Hanchuan was here, so I came in without knocking on the door. Don't mind."

"It's not her turn to mind." He Hanchuan poured out the cold tea, poured another cup, looked up at Jiang Qingran, "How did you know you came here to find me?"

Jiang Qingran glanced at the bags on the table, and said softly, "I heard that my aunt asked you to deliver clothes to Xiang Wan, so I came here."

She turned to look at Xiang Wan, with a standard polite smile on her face, "Please pour me a cup of tea, I'm a little thirsty."

"Okay." Xiang Wan suppressed the aggrieved feeling in her heart, walked to the table, and poured tea for Jiang Qingran.

"You are an employee of Dream Club, not a servant, so you don't need to do these things."

He Hanchuan took the tea from Xiang Wan, slightly curled the corner of his mouth, and said with a sideways glance at Jiang Qingran, "You can receive messages wherever I go, and those who don't know think you have installed a tracker on me."

Both of them said that the wind is calm, but the office is full of wind and clouds.

"Brother Hanchuan is really good at joking, how dare I put a tracker on you? I know where you are, probably because the ancients said that the heart is connected." Jiang Qingran laughed, and the pretty facial features became more vivid because of this smile .

He Hanchuan snorted lightly, picked up his teacup and took a sip.

"I'm inconvenient, can you pour me a cup of tea?" Jiang Qingran looked at Xiang Wan, and said gently, "First let me declare that I don't treat you as a servant."

Xiang Wan frowned, and went to get the teapot again, but He Hanchuan reached out first and took the teapot away.

He squinted at Jiang Qingran, "I'll say it again if I didn't hear clearly, my employees are not responsible for serving tea and water, they pour it themselves if they want to drink."

(End of this chapter)