The boss of a wealthy family is too clingy, and the beautiful secretary wants to quit

"No, I live well here." An Ran looked at Jiang Huainian in the dressing mirror and said firmly.

Jiang Huainian looked at her and persuaded her, "It's really too cold here, and the place is small. You won't be comfortable living here. Move back to the apartment. It's warmer there, and there's more space."

An Ran turned around and faced Jiang Huai Nian. "Although this place is a little small, it has everything you need. I live quite comfortably. The winter is short and it's only cold for a few days."

Jiang Huaian sighed and gently held her shoulders.

"Okay, I won't force you."

"I cooked some porridge." An Ran gently held his hand and smiled, "Take some antipyretic medicine later."

Jiang Huaian responded and went to the bathroom to wash up.

After a while, Jiang Huainian returned to the dining table and sat down.

An Ran filled a bowl of porridge and handed it to him: "Be careful, don't burn yourself."

Jiang Huainian lowered his head and took a sip of porridge. He felt that this simple food became particularly delicious at this moment.

"It won't be confusing this time, right?" An Ran asked.

Jiang Huaian shook his head, ate most of the bowl, and praised, "It's very delicious. It was delicious last time too."

Thinking of the last time she cooked porridge, An Ran frowned slightly and couldn't help but glance at him.

Jiang Huai Nian paused, touched his nose, and wanted An Ran to forget that bad experience. He said apologetically, "To make up for my mistake, I will take you shopping later and buy you lots of new clothes, as well as your favorite desserts."

An Ran shook her head and said softly, "You are still sick, take medicine and rest first."

Jiang Huaian coquettishly held her hand and whispered, "Lie down with me for a while."

An Ran frowned and shook his head. What happened in the morning was still vivid in his mind. His fever had basically subsided now, and it was hard to guarantee that there wouldn't be any accidental discharge of the gun.

"You haven't fully recovered yet, you need to rest well." An Ran persuaded softly, like coaxing a child, "I'll sit by the bed with you, and wait until you fall asleep, then I'll do my own things, okay?"

Jiang Huai Nian nodded and said softly, "Yeah."

I took some medicine and took my temperature, and it turned out I only had a low-grade fever.

Anran sat down beside the bed, gently tucked the quilt for Jiang Huainian and held his hand.

Jiang Huaian was very excited last night and was indeed sleepy. He fell asleep quickly after Anran's comfort.

Seeing that his breathing was steady, An Ran gently pulled her hand out of his, quietly got up and left the bedroom.

She was planning to wash the clothes Jiang Huainian had taken off last night. There were still traces of rain on the clothes, and she complained, "What a fool!"

Coats and suits cannot be washed in a washing machine.

She took her clothes apart and found underwear inside!

Goodness, he never wore it!

No wonder that area was so bulging, her face gradually turned red.

I calmed down, soaked the clothes in warm water, and scrubbed them patiently.

After washing, she hung the clothes on the balcony. Looking at the clothes fluttering gently in the breeze, she suddenly felt that this was what it felt like to live together.

When An Ran returned to the bedroom, Jiang Huainian seemed to have sensed her breath. He slowly opened his eyes, his gaze gentle and blurred.

An Ran sat down beside the bed and asked softly, "Are you awake?" At the same time, she picked up the ear thermometer and prepared to measure his temperature.

Jiang Huaian stretched out his arms and hugged An Ran's waist. His voice was a little hoarse: "What time is it?"

An Ran looked at the green light on the ear thermometer and replied with a smile, "It's almost six o'clock."

She put the ear thermometer back on the bedside table, "The fever has gone down."

Jiang Huai Nian responded, "Let's go shopping."

"I washed all your clothes. I don't have a dryer at home, so you have nothing to wear."

Jiang Huainian was slightly stunned. From childhood to adulthood, his clothes had always been washed by servants.

He never thought that one day, the woman he loved most would wash his clothes with her own hands, and he felt a sense of happiness naturally.

He gently held An Ran's hand, feeling the slightly cold touch, and a surge of heartache suddenly surged in his heart.

He gently hid An Ran's hand under the quilt and whispered, "Thank you for your hard work. Don't wash it yourself in the future. I will feel bad."

An Ran laughed helplessly and said jokingly, "You could have put it in the washing machine. Your clothes are so expensive that they can't be machine washed."

"From now on, it will be my turn to wash your clothes." Jiang Huainian said seriously.

He took the phone from the bedside table, laid on An Ran's legs, and quickly sent the message.

Then he looked up at An Ran and said gently, "I've asked someone to send me some clothes. I'll take you to eat delicious food and buy you some nice clothes and jewelry."

An Ran thought about it and shook her head.

He suggested: "Let's go to the movies."

Jiang Huaian's eyes flashed with anticipation, "Okay, whichever one do you want to watch? I'll book the theater."

An Ran frowned slightly, "I know Mr. Jiang is rich, but he should save money and spend money accordingly, such as booking a movie theater."

Jiang Huaian couldn't help but laugh.

He reached out and gently scratched An Ran's nose, and said lovingly, "Okay, I'll do as you say."

"I'll change my clothes first." An Ran rubbed his head gently and motioned for him to get up.

Jiang Huaian sat up obediently, walked to the balcony, and saw his underwear hanging on the clothes rack.

He was in a very good mood, like the rightful owner of the house.

The bathroom door opened and Anran walked out.

She changed into a long skirt, the hem of which swayed gently, as beautiful as ripples in the water.

Jiang Huaian looked at An Ran, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

He gently put his arm around her waist and chuckled, "Your boyfriend is so lucky."

"I think so too." An Ran looked up and smiled.

Jiang Huainian picked up a coat and put it on her, "It's cold, put it on."

An Ran put on her coat and said, "I'm going to put on some makeup. You go lie down on the bed. It's so cold. Your silk pajamas will feel chilly if the wind blows."

"I'm not afraid of the cold." Jiang Huainian held her hand with his warm palm.

An Ran frowned and pushed him to sit on the bed.

"Your fever has just subsided, cover yourself with the quilt."

After saying that, she turned and walked to the dressing table and started to put on makeup.

Jiang Huaian lay on the bed with his hands behind his head, watching An Ran's every move gently.

For him, watching An Ran put on makeup was also a pleasure.

After finishing her makeup, An Ran walked to the bedside and looked down at Jiang Huaian.

She held his face with her hands and said with a smile, "Have you seen enough?"

Jiang Huaian smiled slightly and looked into her eyes lovingly, "I can't get enough of it."

Ding-dong-

"Your clothes have been delivered." An Ran let go of his face, "I'll get them for you."

Jiang Huai Nian held her hand and said, "I'll go."

An Ran glanced helplessly at his lower body and said, "Just stay here."