We are passersby from now on

Chapter 9

Chapter 9

It wasn't intentional to win sympathy or anything. After falling down, Lu Ran realized that he did have a bit of a fever. It may be because he didn't rest last night and was blowing in the air all night.

Being rescued by Han Moyan was indeed beyond her expectation.

Sitting up, it seemed that there was still Han Moyan's breath around her, cold and a little unreasonable, but she was greedy for this smell and never repented.

Han Moyan seems to be an extremely cold person no matter in appearance or behavior, but sometimes he is not cold enough or cruel enough for people he is already familiar with.

Lu Ran smiled wryly.

From the drawer, he found the medicine that Han Moyan gave her just now. Fortunately, it has not expired.I rummaged through it again, found out the expired medicine, and threw it into the trash can, which was something I was used to.

His head was still dizzy, but he subconsciously remembered, Han Moyan has a meeting this morning?

Climbed out of bed, opened the door, the general manager's room was empty.

They are all familiar furnishings and have not changed.

Facing Lu Ran, there is a single door leading directly to the conference room.

She turned the doorknob carefully, and the movement was very light. The people inside were all absorbed in the meeting, and no one noticed that the door was slightly opened.

I can already hear Han Moyan's indifferent voice talking eloquently, with a formulaic tone, but his words are precise and sharp, and his expression reveals a kind of almost powerful determination, and there is no lag in his gestures, which is different from every moment Lu Ran knew him before. any difference.

The side he showed at work is an absolute strongman.

That's what she's obsessed with, what she can't give up... Han Moyan.

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After closing the door, the energy she was holding was gradually becoming unbearable, and she was still a patient after all, so she fell back on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

When I woke up again, there was a smell of disinfectant in my nose.

Should be in the hospital?

she guessed.

After struggling a little, she felt a cool touch on the back of her hand, which was slightly tingling, and a cold liquid poured into her body along the back of her hand...dripping water.

Did Han Moyan really send her to the hospital?

Turning around, the sun was shining brightly, and it was already high in the sun.

On the sofa beside the hospital bed, Han Moyan was sitting with a computer spread out on his lap. He seemed a little tired. He supported his forehead with one hand, and clicked something casually with the mouse in the other hand.

"Are you awake?" He straightened up and looked at her.

"Thank you, Mr. Han, for taking me to the hospital."

Han Moyan frowned slightly, and replied, "You're welcome."

I didn't notice it just now, but now I realize that I haven't eaten all morning and noon, and my stomach is already very hungry.

It's really meaningless to hold on, Lu Ran struggled to remember.

Han Moyan pushed the computer away and helped her up: "Don't move around."

Lu Ran said bluntly: "Mr. Han, I'm starving to death."

Seemingly not expecting her to say this, Han Moyan hesitated for a moment, but said, "You wait."

But after a while, Han Moyan came back with a cup of soup, and the hot air escaped through the holes in the top cover, mixed with the delicious aroma of the soup.

"Can you drink it yourself?"

Lu Ran smiled and pointed to the hand that was still on the drip: "Do you think it can?"

Han Moyan didn't speak, and raised her pillow height.

Still expressionless, Han Moyan was definitely not gentle when feeding the soup. The spoon poked the wall of Lu Ran's mouth several times, and spilled the soup on his clothes a few times.

However, Lu Ran's inexplicable heartbeat accelerated unexpectedly.

The scene with Han Moyan is actually very difficult to be charming, he is too calm and rigid, the more he is like this, the more abstinent and seductive he often exudes.

Close at hand.

What do you want to see, what do you want to get?
A moment of hesitation.

The soup had been fed, Han Moyan glanced at Lu Ran, turned her pillow back, and returned to his computer.

In the quiet ward, only the crisp tapping of keyboards and mice remained.

"Han Moyan."

The knocking sound stopped: "What's the matter?"

"You want me to go back to work just because I have been by your side for three years, can I handle all the work of your assistant?"

"Otherwise what's the reason?"

Lu Ran fixedly looked at Han Moyan's side face, which had a nice outline and a nice curve, and she said with a smile, "Mr. Han, why do you ask what you know?"

"I do not know."

Ghosts believe.

"I helped you deal with the matter of Miss Li, Miss Zhang, and Miss He. Does Mr. Han still remember?"

They are all girls who regard Han Moyan as a golden turtle or a springboard, relying on a young and beautiful face to try to get something for nothing. Although Han Moyan didn't say it clearly, he obviously signaled Lu Ran to deal with it, and transferred him away calmly, or find a reason to explain it. The resignation was all done by her.

"What do you want to say?"

"Why do you think I'm different from them? Why do you think I have no plans for you?"

Lu Ran didn't speak loudly, but after speaking, his chest heaved violently.

Han Moyan tapped the keyboard twice, but found that the words he typed were incomprehensible, so he had to press the backspace key to delete.

"Miss Lu, don't mix work and personal feelings together."

Han Moyan felt a little headache.

Lu Ran's questioning at the negotiating table has always been sharp and loud, but at this time he hopes that Lu Ran can have a little bit of the virtue of traditional Chinese women - euphemism.

Life and work are always separated by Han Moyan.

Now he has no requirements for the other half, all women are almost the same in his eyes, so he is willing to accept his father's assignment, he can accept it, but he will not talk about love or not.

The only thing that can't be sloppy at work is his world in this field.

Lu Ran twitched the corners of her mouth, and smiled badly: "I resigned, Mr. Han, and my relationship with you now is only personal."

Three years, more than 1000 days, day and night facing each other, at the end, Han Moyan still asked her to separate her personal feelings from work...

Will she be too much of a failure.

"Mr. Han, can you answer me a question, the question I asked."

"what?"

"... Have you ever liked someone?"

Han Moyan was silent for a moment, the expression on his face was so cold that it almost made people shiver, and then he spit out two words: "No."

I really didn't "like" it...

Obviously it was the answer he wanted to hear, but Lu Ran fell silent for a moment.

Han Moyan's answer...was too difficult.

So much so that she couldn't accurately judge whether what Han Moyan said was true or not, because she didn't know what Han Moyan was thinking at the moment of silence.

This feeling is really bad.

Quietly leaning against the edge of the bed, Lu Ran closed her eyes to calm herself down.

Unfortunately it backfired.

After repeatedly opening and closing his eyes, Lu Ran suddenly opened them and said in a low voice, "Mr. Han, can you come here?"

"what's up?"

"Isn't it okay to come here?"

Han Moyan paused for a few seconds, but still walked over.

Approaching the edge of the bed, Lu Ran suddenly grabbed Han Moyan's collar with his non-dripping hand, and suddenly pulled him down.

Before Han Moyan could speak, Lu Ran had already stuffed Han Moyan's voice into his mouth.

Lu Ran has never kissed before, but it is not necessarily unheard of.

Taking pictures of cats and tigers, he pushed Han Moyan's lips away and poked in.

Maybe there is a real instinct, the plundering of breath, the pure entanglement between lips and teeth, the instant panting, mixed with the instant amplified heartbeat.

Plop plop.

One sound after another, like a curse.

Even the faintly ambiguous emotions between the lips and tongue make people intoxicated and unable to confess—at least in Lu Ran's view.

Han Moyan, who was still in a daze, didn't expect Lu Ran to do this at all. Caught off guard, his teeth were squeezed open just like that.

After waking up, she put her hands on Lu Ran's shoulders and was about to push him away.

Unexpectedly, Lu Ran, who sensed his intention, clenched his teeth and bit down hard before Han Moyan could react.

The bite was merciless, and even though Han Moyan reacted in time to withdraw, he still felt the pain suddenly and frowned fiercely.

There was a faint smell of rust in the mouth, and a thread of blood spilled out of the corner of the mouth.

Wiping the corners of his lips, Han Moyan stared at Lu Ran condescendingly. Although there was no obvious expression, Lu Ran could see Han Moyan's faint displeasure. He was waiting for her to give him an explanation.

When doing everything, Lu Ran was holding the attitude of breaking the jar, she couldn't remember how long she had been coveting Han Moyan, and finally she couldn't help it and couldn't care about other things at all. The twisted melon is not sweet, But if you don't force it, even the melons are gone...

The taste of Han Moyan still lingered in his mouth, and there was even a hint of his blood, not ice, but warm and salty.

Then, why is this person so cold?

She lowered her head and smiled, as if she was struggling for the last time: "Han Moyan, you don't hate me."

declarative sentence.

He suddenly raised his head, looked back at Han Moyan, and then asked: "Since you can accept any woman your father gave you, why can't that person be me? From 22 to 25, Han Moyan, I have been with you for three years, don't you want anything?" Can't feel it?"

From the autumn with yellow leaves all over the sky, to the winter when the city is blocked by heavy snow, to the warm spring and summer with blooming flowers, every memory has Han Moyan.

Han Moyan is very busy, and spends at least one season every year on business trips. As an assistant, she not only helps Han Moyan handle all the back and forth itineraries, but also assists him in dealing with affairs when he is away, and even travels around with Han Moyan.

She knows that Han Moyan likes light taste, likes to eat rice more than vegetables, likes to play golf, likes black and white suits in a gray wardrobe, likes to listen to old songs but can't sing a single one, has slight seasickness, and is allergic to mutton... …

You see, she thought she knew Han Moyan very well, even better than anyone else... But it was only now that Lu Ran realized how superficial her understanding was. In fact, she couldn't see through this man who was always silent and capable...

Han Moyan opened his lips, his face was expressionless, and his tone was cold: "Lu Ran, I thought you knew that being my assistant is better than my girlfriend."

Indeed, Han Moyan occasionally cared about his subordinates when they were sick or something, but he dealt with his girlfriend in a completely formulaic way. For Han Moyan, falling in love is more like another task called marriage and childbirth, step by step, Be well-behaved, and it won't take a lot of effort.

Lu Ran's smile showed a little mockery: "Who cares about your little concern, if you don't like you, who has the patience to be your assistant, I don't believe you really don't notice it at all!"

Probably because he was really pushed to the extreme, Lu Ran simply blurted out.

It was Han Moyan's turn to be silent.

There may not have been such speculations in the past three years, but their contact was too formulaic, so that these ambiguous feelings were replaced by other things long before they formed, not to mention that he never had that kind of heart.

But when Lu Ran said it himself, Han Moyan still felt uncomfortable for a moment.

But, still silent.

Lu Ran opened her eyes sideways, her brain felt dizzy and painful, her arms were cold, and an emotion similar to irritability spread. She resisted the urge to beat someone and said lightly: "Forget it, Mr. Han, I'm dizzy, I'm going to sleep first."

She retracted into the quilt, and Lu Ran closed her eyes. After a long time, she didn't see Han Moyan uttering another sound. She couldn't tell if she was disappointed or something, and soon she fell asleep.

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The dream is blurred, and it is impossible to tell the truth from the false.

She seems to have returned to the way she was when she was 22 years old and just started her internship. That was also the first time she saw Han Moyan up close.

She was extremely happy to stand out in that silent interview.

Before it was time to go to work, she dressed up and came outside Han Moyan's office, knocking on the door lightly.

No one opened the door for a long time, so she walked in lightly by herself.

There is no one in the office, but there is a small door on the side.

The feeling of surprise made the nervousness when he first came completely gone. Lu Ran didn't even want to come to open the door, and Han Moyan's tired sleeping face suddenly caught his eyes.

Unexpectedly, there was such a benefit when he first came here. Just as Lu Ran wanted to take a peek, Han Moyan suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were cold: "Who are you? Get out."

Lu Ran ignored the second half of the sentence at all, and immediately stood up straight, staring at the skin under the collar of Han Moyan's slightly open shirt with both eyes, without blinking, smiling confidently: "I'm the new assistant, My name is Lu Ran, please give me more advice."

The screen flashed, and it was Han Moyan pointing at a plan made by her with a blank expression on his face.

"Is this what you did all night?"

Lu Ran smiled smugly: "Yes."

Han Moyan tore that piece of stuff into pieces casually, and spit out four words: "Trash, redo it."

Gritting his teeth, Lu Ran smiled indifferently: "Why tear it up, anyway, I have a backup. But you have to tell me where the problem is, otherwise how can I redo it?"

Han Moyan glanced at him, very calm: "You are my assistant, you accommodate me, not I accommodate you. I don't pay you to teach you."

Putting away the scraps of paper, Lu Ran blinked, and a dark light flashed in his eyes: "Redo it, redo it, sooner or later, I will be an assistant that satisfies you."

(End of this chapter)