Chapter 208: I'm Your Childhood Friend

ft the study.In the kitchen, apart from the clatter of keys being struck, there was no other sound.Time flew by, and when Fu Mohe finished all his work, it was past two in the afternoon.He raised his...Lin Jinran, "...."

She held the tie she had made for Fu Mo-han that morning. After a moment of silence, she silently endured it. She should have learned by now after an entire afternoon!

Lin Jinran silently sat down on the sofa, pondering in his head how Fu Mo'han had done it this morning. He began to clumsily practice.

Fu Mo'han returned to his desk and continued working. The two of them were going about their own business, yet there was an unusual harmony between them.

Lin Jinran had been dismantling and reassembling it repeatedly, over and over again. She was so tired that her neck felt stiff. She then raised her head, rubbing her neck with one hand, her gaze unconsciously drifting towards Fu Mo'han.

She sat at an angle that allowed her to see Fu Mo'han's profile. He was cold and focused, staring intently at the computer screen. His long fingers danced across the keyboard, producing a clattering sound in the silent room.

As the saying goes, a man who works hard is the most handsome.

Lin Jinran felt that Fu Mo'han was very suitable for this moment. At work, he was extremely focused and serious, and his temperament had also become equally calm and deep.

Perhaps it was Lin Jinran's gaze, too direct.

Suddenly, the pair of dark eyes fixed on the computer screen turned towards her direction, catching Lin Jinran's peeping.

Lin Jinran was startled, and lowered her head a little shyly. She saw the tie on her knees, a flash of inspiration struck her, she quickly pinched the tie, and looked back at Fu Mo寒, "I've learned."

"Yes."

Fu Mo Han said in a low voice.

Lin Jinran took his tie and stood up, walked around the marble desk, and came to Fu Mo'han's face.

Fu Mo'han still sat in his boss chair, but he turned to the side. Lin Jinran had no choice but to stand before him, lowering her head, her long fingers circling around Fu Mo'han's neck, earnestly and attentively tying a tie for Fu Mo'han.

Fu Mo Han lowered his eyes to stare at those pale, boneless little hands, a glimmer of darkness flashing in his eyes.

"Good," Lin Jinran looked at the tie on her neck with satisfaction, reaching out a small hand to smooth it down. She took a few steps back and no matter how she looked at it, it was much better than the first time.

"Just barely." Fu Mochen splashed a bucket of cold water.

Lin Jinran didn't mind, she just said, "I'll try my best," and looked expectantly at Fu Mo Han, "Can I leave now"

Fu Mo'han's expression sank slightly, "Want to leave"

“I made a dinner reservation with my friend for tonight.”

Suddenly, a chill descended upon Fu Mo'han's black eyes. To be so eager to learn, it turned out he wanted to continue dating his ex!

He raised his hand, tore the tie off, and threw it towards Lin Jinran, coldly saying, “Unsatisfactory, continue.”

Lin Jin ran about in a fluster, catching the tie with both hands. He looked surprised and puzzled, "Didn't you say it was barely passable How come it's not good enough now"

"I said it's unqualified, it's unqualified. I'm going to a meeting, and when I'm done with the meeting, I'll come over and check."

After Fu Mo Han finished speaking, he stood up and strode towards the door without even looking at Lin Jin Ran behind him.

Lin Jinran glared at Fu Mo's retreating back as he disappeared into the room. She stamped her feet in frustration, but there was nothing she could do. She continued practicing.

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Fu Mo's meeting lasted almost two hours before it finally ended. When he returned to his office, he saw Lin Jinran asleep on the sofa.

His head rested on his arm, lying on his side on the sofa. His other hand was stretched out, his wrist gripping a knotted tie.

Fu MoHan looked down at Lin JinRan who was asleep, and he actually felt a different kind of beauty.

At this moment, the phone screen on the coffee table lit up. The text message read, "When are you coming out I'm starving."

< Sender: I'm your childhood friend. >and a light drizzle had started.She didn't bring an umbrella and was too lazy to go to the company to get a spare one. The idea of taking the bus fell through, so she decided to stand at her usual tax...