Extreme Love

Chapter 134 A darkest corner

Lin Ting shouted to the busy person in the kitchen, "Sign for it. I'll put it on the table for you."

Han Yan responded: "The ones for you have been dry-cleaned."

Lin Ting opened the outer leather packaging bag with curiosity, and what appeared before him was an extremely luxurious brown velvet handbag.

She wondered what kind of item would need to be packed in such a high-end handbag?

When she took out the clothes inside, she was shocked.

She had just been muttering in the evening that it would be nice to have a cheongsam, but she didn't expect that he actually bought it.

And even the clothes to be worn for school tomorrow are prepared, even... underwear.

The most important thing is that the sizes all match.

Oh my God, is Han Yan so meticulous and thoughtful in this regard?

If Lin Ting had prepared it himself, he might not have been able to do it so well.

At least, she wouldn't prepare new clothes for tomorrow, so the one she was wearing could still hold up for a while.

Just then, the people in the kitchen finally finished their work and slowly walked out.

Lin Ting quickly put his underwear back into the bag and exclaimed, "Are your eyes a ruler? You can even guess my size so accurately."

"Then I won't be a little princess tonight. I'm going to sleep in the retro piano room." As she spoke, she took the luxurious yet simple cheongsam and tried it on herself, asking, "Does it look good?"

Han Yan looked at her steadily and smiled sincerely: "Not bad."

Lin Ting glanced at him unhappily and said, "What do you mean it's okay? It must be good-looking."

In terms of appearance, there is no doubt that she is not inferior to anyone.

However, when she thought about her flat figure, it seemed that...she really couldn't support the cheongsam.

Her morale plummeted, and the confidence on her face vanished.

However, the presence of Lin Ting's voice in the huge house seemed to add a lot of liveliness.

"In this house, does each bedroom have a different style?"

Lin Ting was still very curious. She had seen Han Yan's master bedroom, which was decorated in the same style as the main part of the house, except for the two bedrooms, which were unique.

Han Yandao pointed to the room on the far left and said, "Except for that room, the other rooms have different styles. You can go and have a look." After that, he went back to the study to work.

After an unknown amount of time, Han Yan inadvertently glanced at the surveillance footage on the computer screen.

There was a light on in a room on the first floor, but Lin Ting had not come out yet.

He tidied up the table, stood up and went downstairs.

When Han Yan appeared outside the door, Lin Ting smiled brightly: "I didn't expect you had a studio at home. I just started painting on a whim."

Han Yan came to Lin Ting's side and stared at the painting in front of him.

The painting shows a vast ocean, the sun is rising from the sea, and the waves are gently lapping against the shore.

The golden light gradually penetrated the mist and fell on the sea, dyeing every drop of sea water with a warm and dazzling color.

He felt an inexplicable throbbing in his heart.

Han Yan shifted his gaze to Lin Ting. He raised his hand slightly, but in an instant, he withdrew his hand.

He chuckled sarcastically, he couldn't do that.

The rising sun was not just a scene in a painting, but more like a beam of light that powerfully penetrated his heart and illuminated the darkest corner.

Lin Ting turned to face Han Yan, his eyes clear as water: "You haven't told me whether my painting is good or not."

"Not bad." His eyes, which were as cold as frost, finally showed some tenderness.

It’s okay again? Lin Ting pursed his lips slightly, a trace of dissatisfaction rising in his heart: “Then I throw it away.”

“Leave it there!”

Lin Ting was startled by his sudden harsh voice. She lowered her eyes and murmured, "If you don't want to throw it away, then don't throw it away. Why are you so fierce..."

Lin Ting was lying on the bed, holding a mobile phone in his hand, but his eyes never really fell on the phone screen.

She kept looking at the piano opposite, her mind full of thoughts.

After Mrs. Su recovered from her foot injury, she contacted Lin Ting.

To thank her for her help that day, I had to invite her to my house for dinner.

Before Lin Ting entered the yard, he heard the sound of a piano coming from the house.

When Old Madam Su brought Lin Ting to the living room, she was completely bewildered.

Is the person in front of me really the unrestrained and uninhibited eldest son of the Su family whom I met in CEO Yue Fei’s office before?