Chapter 15 Hands

Marriage certificate?"

　　"You actually got the certificate?"

　　"Turtle, let's be serious..."

　　"But to be honest, this is the first time I've seen someone casually pull out a marriage certificate."

　　"I feel like this Miss Lan is so innocent."

　　"Nonsense, how can he not be innocent since he was in a coma at the age of 9? His mentality is still that of an elementary school student."

　　"No wonder a necklace was specially designed for this. Even movies wouldn't dare to film this kind of story and fate."

　　"I've already thought of the title for the manuscript - When I woke up, the beautiful boss was my fiancée."

　　The little red notebook caused a commotion that Lan Su was caught off guard.

　　They all have two eyes and one mouth, so how can these reporters be so talkative?

　　Unlike when she was doing antique business, if they had good relationship, they would check the goods and then hand over the money and hand over the goods. If they had bad relationship, the one who swung the axe would swung the axe, and the one who chopped the knife would chop the knife. Throughout the whole business, they would never say more than ten words.

We have been talking for half an hour today, why haven't we finished yet?

　　The host saw the scene getting chaotic and quickly calmed it down:

　　"Everyone, please be patient. Our general manager's wife has responded. They are now legal spouses. Does anyone have any other questions? We will give you three more spots."

　　The romance rumors were well underway, and the reporters had found a selling point for the press release, so the next questions returned to the topic of the necklace.

　　The so-called inspiration, design ideas, and creative process are all left to the design director.

　　Huo Yan was bored, so he drank tea one sip after another.

　　Maybe it was because she ate too much Shengjian in the morning and her mouth was a little dry, or maybe she was thinking about Lan Su's life experience and what kind of environment she grew up in to become so introverted and quiet, yet hiding a rebellious spirit that could conquer the whole world.

　　She habitually drinks water when thinking.

　　Ding.

When the teacup was put back on the coaster for the fourth time, the liquid level had dropped below halfway.

　　Coincidentally, the kettle was next to Lan Su.

　　As it happened, she felt a little sorry for the commotion she had just caused.

　　Coincidentally, the hand that poured water for Huo Yan was her right hand. When she exerted force, a bulge would appear on the wrist bone, causing the bending angle to be a little deformed.

　　Coincidentally, after pouring water, Lan Su would habitually twist his wrist, just like the action when he turned the knife back then.

　　Coincidentally, this scene was like a huge rock, hitting Huo Yan's heart hard.

　　boom--

　　As a loud noise exploded in my head, my eyes behind the lenses straightened up, and the muscles of my lower eyelids twitched, and were shattered by the protruding wrist bone.

　　Lan Su did not see this scene, otherwise, she would be surprised. Huo Yan, who was usually very good at concealing himself, would show such an expression, such... unexpected and revealing expression of his inner world.

The lenses are equal.

　　It recorded the marriage certificate that Lan Su took out, and also Huo Yan's expression. And, in the real-time live broadcast on the entire network, it soon caused a sensational discussion.

　　[Help! What kind of expression is this, as if she was shot by Cupid? The point is, she is Huo Yan.]

　　[How should I put it? My impression of this sister has always been that of a high and mighty god. This look is like a god falling from the clouds and descending into the mortal world.]

　　[Lan Su, do you know that your wife looked at people like garbage before? I order you to look back within 1 second]

　　[The god of death who is indifferent to the world suddenly falls in love with the people of the world. Who understands this sense of fate? ]

　　For a while, various descriptions emerged one after another, and the most fitting one was pushed to the top of the hot comments, and it was also the copywriting of the hot post -

　　[She seemed to realize that this person was the white moonlight she had forgotten]

　　Because of a look, the originally peaceful press conference was ignited.

　　People always rebel. They like to see the indifferent become impulsive, the seekers break their vows, and the noble become corrupt.

Seeing the heartless person is moving.

　　Returning to the office, Huo Yan's expression had returned to normal. Xu Panpan brought two cups of chrysanthemum tea for reducing fever, one cup on the desk and one on the coffee table in front of the sofa. She gave Jiang Feng a look as if something bad was going to happen and pulled him out.

　　Only Lan Su and Huo Yan were left.

　　"What are you doing? You're so mysterious."

　　Jiang Feng, who was pulled out, was confused. He struggled with his elbow to get out of Xu Panpan's hand and straightened the wrinkles on his arm.

　　"Wow, you really are not afraid of death!"

　　Xu Panpan put down the tray and pulled people to the outermost hidden balcony. She spoke with great emotion, and her eyes almost popped out.

　　"Can't you see, Mr. Huo has something to say to Miss Lan?"

　　Jiang Feng looked at her suspiciously, frowning: "What did you see?

Although Xu Panpan is a Tigger, lively and a little unbridled, she is not someone who makes things up.

　　Sure enough, Xu Panpan took out her mobile phone, and on the screen was a screenshot of the live broadcast that had become a hot topic.

　　In the picture, Huo Yan was bored watching Lan Su pouring water for her, and suddenly her eyes froze, as if countless memories came to her mind. Even though she quickly retracted her gaze out of consideration for the camera, that one second of exposure was enough to tell a novel.

　　"Look, is there something wrong?" Xu Panpan concluded.

　　"Hiss..." Jiang Feng nodded, "I've been with President Huo for so long, and I've never seen her look like this."

　　"Really? If I hadn't been a famous detective and pulled you out, you would be staring at each other in there now. Tell me, how are you going to thank me?"

　　"milk tea?"

　　"Gaboba."

"no problem."

　　"Then tell me, what does Mr. Huo's expression mean?"

　　"...how could I know!"

　　At the same time, a pantomime was playing out in the general manager's office. The calm air stagnated along with the dust, and fell into a dead silence like a morgue.

　　Huo Yan was sitting at his desk, but the computer was in a dark state. He looked past the screen and saw Lan Su sitting on the sofa not far away.

　　Lan Su placed his hands on his knees, his back straight, like a stiff figure at the entrance of the square, as if he was used to the hustle and bustle of the city and didn't care about anything.

　　In fact, in a place where Huo Yan couldn't see, Lan Su hid her thumb in her palm and nervously scratched the cloth on her knee. The long experience of licking blood from the knife made her very alert. Even though she didn't know the reason and didn't see the hot search, she intuitively felt that Huo Yan seemed to have seen a flaw in her disguise.

　　She didn't dare look at Huo Yan, even though she knew he was staring at her. It was dark at the other end of the desk, as if the person sitting there was not a person, but a hungry beast.

　　Lan Su pinched his palm hard with his nails and mustered up the courage to speak:

"The driver seems to be arriving soon. I'll go down and wait for him."

　　Huo Yan remained motionless, "There are still 10 minutes left, wait for him to come up and pick you up."

　　Lan Su pursed her lips and took a deep breath, which made her heart ache. Is this office too small? If she and Huo Yan were in a confined space for 10 minutes, she would probably break the Guinness World Record.

　　Thinking of this, she wanted to drink some tea.

　　He held the glass teacup in his right hand, and the wrist bone was only protruding a little bit, not as obvious as when he poured water before. But now that he knew that the bone was abnormal, just a little bit was enough for Huo Yan to notice.

　　"Has your hand been broken before?"

　　She asked without warning, yet so sharply.

　　Click!

　　Lan Su was caught red-handed. He felt a crack on his head, as if a nail had pierced into his skull, splitting it in two. He held the glass in his hand, not knowing whether to drink from it or put it back. He was stuck in this twisted stalemate.

　　She thought her identity was about to be exposed, and brainstormed on how to cover it up.

Little did he know that this hand was the flower that had been hidden in Huo Yan's heart for many years, the bright red rose blooming in the dark swamp.

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