The Devil President is a Baddy!

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He ... he ... why is he still at home!

Su Yihan looked up at him, his eyes widened in surprise.

"Hello? Are you still listening to me? You squeak!" Li Xiaoran said over there without hearing her voice.

"Squeak--" Su Yihan finished and hung up the phone.

"You really squeezed me, I ..." Li Xiaoran was about to say, but heard the hang-up sound of "deep" over there, "Hey? Hello? Your girl hasn't answered my question, Why hang up my phone! "

"Why are you still at home? I thought you had already gone to work." Su Yihan hung up the phone and looked at him with some guilty conscience. Wasn't she talking about the phone just now?

"You really want me to go, right?" Leng Xichen asked coldly.

"Of course not!" Su Yihan waved her hand, thinking of the matter of last night, she decided to ask him again, to die, and understand a little bit, "What happened last night ..."

"Nothing happened last night." Leng Xichen interrupted her and went straight to the room.

"No, I mean ..." Su Yihan followed him.

"Boom!" The door closed mercilessly in front of her.

"Ah! My nose!" Su Yihan wailed, touching the hurt nose.

But what's going on? It felt like he was quite angry, but what happened last night that she didn't remember?

She recalled it again in her mind, but only a few very vague fragments.

Why did the brain short circuit at the critical moment? How does this work! She tapped her head vigorously in the hope that this would help her recall key things.

But the more anxious she was, the more she couldn't remember it. There was a paste in her head. With the aftereffect of alcohol, she was so painful that she seemed to explode.

Why did she drink so much wine yesterday? Really dead! She swears that if she drinks again in the future, her name will be reversed!

Leng Xichen opened the door and walked out with the computer.

"Don't you have to go to the company today?" Su Yihan asked after seeing him walk down to the living room sofa and sit down.

"You don't want me to stay here, do you?" Leng Xichen raised her head and stared at her sharply.

"I don't mean that at all!" Su Yihan waved his hands again and again, thinking of what he said was wrong. He didn't even say anything, or expressed it by action, so he said, "You haven't eaten breakfast yet, I will do it! "

With that, she walked in the direction of the kitchen.

"No need!" Leng Xichen coldly refused.

"Why not? Have you eaten it yet?" Su Yihan looked back at him.

Leng Xichen turned on the computer and ignored her.

It seems that he is working again, she should not bother him. Su Yihan concealed his inner loss, preparing to return to the room, leaving the living room for him.

"There is sober soup in the kitchen, you better drink it first." Suddenly came a word from behind him.

Although the voice was still cold, he could not conceal his concern for her.

"What?" Su Yihan looked back, but saw him staring at the computer screen intently, as if the person who spoke just now was not him.

It seemed that he knew that she was drunk last night, and it is still uncomfortable, so he reminded her to drink sober soup. She looked at him and felt warm in her heart.

No, sober soup? Where did it come from?

Suddenly thinking of the problem, she hurried to the kitchen.

Sure enough, a bowl of brown soup was placed on the kitchen stove. At this time, the steam was still steaming, and it seemed that it was just boiled.

There is no one else here. Isn't it ... the young master did it for her herself?

She came up with such an idea, but was immediately rejected by her again. How could a young master like him to reach out and open his mouth to cook himself, it should be he who made it early in the morning Yes!

But was this bowl of soup kept here just now? Why didn't she notice when she poured water into the kitchen just now?

Forget it, anyway, she still had to say thank you to him.

Thinking this way, she walked to the living room with the soup bowl.

"Leng Xichen, thank you for letting the kitchen bring me the sober soup!" She drank the big bowl of soup in front of him.

But why is it so strange? It feels a bit like a paste. It's impossible to think about it. The chef he hired must be at least a five-star chef. How can it even make a soup?

"Shouldn't you make this soup?" She suddenly thought of this possibility.

"Am I crazy? I can just make a phone call to get someone to send it over, and I need to do it myself?" Leng Xichen directly denied her conjecture.

"Oh, I'm just asking, anyway, thank you for giving me sober soup so thoughtfully, my head really hurts." Su Yihan thought he was right when he said that, It seems that this soup has this taste.

Leng Xichen didn't answer, and continued to stare at the computer screen, typing the keyboard from time to time, replying to each email.

Alas, there is no topic to talk about.

Su Yihan was preparing to return to the kitchen with an empty bowl. When he turned around, he accidentally swept his left hand, but found that his left index finger scratched a long wound, and he was still bleeding.

"How did you hurt your hand?" She pointed at his injured finger with concern.

"It's no big deal." Leng Xichen said, changing her sitting position and hiding her hand.

His fingers are still bleeding, it seems that he was just injured, but he should have no chance of hurting his fingers, right? He doesn't use a knife to cut vegetables.

No, is he ... Su Yihan hurried to the kitchen, and really saw a **** paper towel in the kitchen trash can, and the cutting board was still dripping, obviously used this morning, and then washed and put it back In situ.

In this way, isn't the bowl of sobering soup she just drank for him! She dares to be 100% sure now.

This guy, obviously he boiled it, why didn't he admit it? Su Yihan instantly felt a bit sore nose.

Too late to move, she ran to the living room, turned the medicine box out, and came to him.

"Hold out your hand. I'll apply some medicine to you." She knelt on the ground and took out the disinfectant and the band-aid from the medicine box.

"I have said that it's no big deal, you don't have to control me!" Leng Xichen coldly rejected her kindness.

"How can this be called" no big deal "? Your wound is very long." Su Yihan said, insisting on pulling his left hand past.

"I said no ..." Leng Xichen wanted to refuse again.

"I know you are busy, but I won't delay you for too long, just give me a minute." Su Yihan was afraid that he would pull his hand back and grab his hand.

"I have said it's all right, just a little injury." Although Leng Xichen said so, she didn't move this time, and she let him treat his wound. "I know it's a minor injury, but it can't be sloppy. The place where you are injured is at the finger joints, which can easily affect your typing. I will help you deal with it, which can increase your typing speed Have you improved your work efficiency, the so-called 'knife sharpening does not cut firewood by mistake',

You definitely spent this minute! "Su Yihan treated him with wounds while thinking.

Leng Xichen gazed quietly at her profile, not knowing what it was like. It's not him who clearly loves him, but why should he be so good to him?

"Okay, you're done!" Su Yihan finally posted a band-aid on him, clapped his hands and stood up. "I said I would give it a minute, and there was no timeout!"

"What is this?" Leng Xichen glanced at something on his finger.

"A band-aid!" Su Yihan glanced at it, and then explained to him, "I only have this strawberry-shaped band-aid in my house. You can barely use it!"

Forget it, just paste it, and no one will see it at home.

"Leng Xichen, thank you!" She looked at him and thanked him very seriously.

"If you are for sobering up soup, you should thank my cook, not to mention, you have already thanked." Leng Xichen replied in disappointment.

"No, I know it was you who boiled it. If you didn't make soup for me, your fingers will not be scratched." Su Yihan's face was filled with apology.

"I have said that it wasn't me who boiled it, nor did my fingers scratch the soup for you!" Leng Xichen denied.

"No," Su Yihan shook his head and said persistently, "You must have boiled it!"

"What's the matter with me? Will you agree with yourself?" Leng Xichen looked up at her.

"I ..." Unexpectedly, he would say so, Su Yihan was speechless for a moment.

He asked her why this question? It ’s just a bowl of soup, and you want to make people want each other? It seems that he is too greedy! Leng Xichen withdrew his eyes and turned his gaze back to the computer: "Now one minute has passed, you can go away."

Hey, strange, didn't she confess to him last night? Why is he still asking her if she wants to agree? Su Yihan couldn't figure it out. Could those fragments in her memory be her dreams? She was confused for a while.

"Well, then you are busy." She didn't want to disturb his work, she just picked up the medicine box and wanted to leave.

"Cough!" Leng Xichen couldn't help but cough twice.

"Have you caught a cold?" Su Yihan asked when he was coughing.

"I seem to be a person who catches a cold so easily?" Leng Xichen stared at the computer screen and said, "You must go further and don't disturb my work!"

No, his face does look a bit abnormal! Su Yihan noticed this.

I just put my attention on his hand just now, and didn't pay much attention to his complexion. Now after a closer look, it looks slightly pale. "What are you doing?" Leng Xichen pushed her hand away with a sullen face when she saw her hand on his forehead.