Chapter 60: Chapter 60 did this person think that her IQ had fallen into the toilet?

Author: Purple Peony Machine Translation

He Lanjin felt that it was best to pretend that nothing happened, so she decided to help Qiao Hanye. However, she suddenly realized something.

Her eyes narrowed slightly as she stared at his bleeding palm. If she remembered correctly, the wound would be fine as long as he applied the ointment. There would be no problem unless he washed the ointment off himself.

He Lanjin sneered. Did this person think that her IQ had fallen into the toilet?

"Mr. Qiao." He Lanjin went to the kitchen counter, leaning backward. With her index finger, He Lanjin beckoned to Qiao Hanye.

Qiao Hanye looked at He Lanjin's sudden alluring smile. The light in her eyes dazzled like stars. But by this time, he already knew her well enough to know that this smile was hiding a knife. He approached her warily, trying to hide his bleeding palm.

He Lanjin watched Qiao Hanye closely and grabbed his wrist as he approached. "Don't move," He Lanjin said coldly. "I'll just check your palm."

He Lanjin bent her slender and beautiful legs slightly and fiercely pushed down on Qiao Hanye's body to teach him a lesson.

But Qiao Hanye seemed prepared for what was going to happen. He clamped his long legs on He Lanjin's leg and said in a low voice, "Miss He, don't act recklessly in the kitchen. You might fall and hurt yourself."

Qiao Hanye released his grip on He Lanjin's leg and lowered it to the floor with his hands.

He Lanjin's face sank slightly. D*mn it! Qiao Hanye was indeed an old fox. He was definitely okay despite the wound on his palm, so why did he need her to help bandage and care for his hand?

If He Lanjin did not keep her wits about her, she would have surely fallen into his trap.

She decided to leave the house, thinking that she could not stay and be made a fool of.

"All right, I'll just go out and have some skewers tonight," He Lanjin said as she left the kitchen. She picked up the coat she lazily threw on the sofa when she arrived earlier. Her eye was caught by two figures sneaking upstairs.

He Lanjin saw a man trying to keep Han Beicheng away from the stairs. She pretended not to see them and strode away.

It was winter in the city, making the night very cold.

The cold wind blew past and messed up He Lanjin's hair. Walking outside, she realized that Han Beicheng had taken her car for repairs. It was Qin Nan who brought her home today, so she had no means of going out.

"What a shame," He Lanjin said in frustration. Jing Garden was a splendid place to live in, but for the love of everything that was good, no taxis ever passed by.

He Lanjin stared at the luxury cars nearby. Her eyes lit up, obviously craving go drive each one. Not only were the cars expensive, they were also powerful. She walked over to the cars, as if in a trance.

"Help me drive," came Qiao Hanye's voice. Wearing a gray coat, he walked toward He Lanjin and threw her the car keys.

He Lanjin caught the keys and pressed the remote. The Hummer beeped twice. She walked toward the vehicle, pretending to be in deep thought. She opened the car door, sat in the driver's seat, and put her hands on the steering wheel. She loved the car, but she was careful not to show any emotion.

Qiao Hanye sat in the passenger's seat. Seeing the look in He Lanjin's almond-shaped eyes, he tapped on the armrest.

Coming to her senses, He Lanjin put on a serious face. "Ahem," she began. "Mr. Qiao, this car does not seem to be performing well."

"Oh." Qiao Hanye raised his eyebrows. He nodded slightly and fastened his seatbelt. "It is indeed a broken-down car."

Qiao Hanye took out his cell phone to call Han Beicheng. "Find a second-hand car in the city and sell the Hummer H1."

Han Beicheng still was not over the shock of being carried by Nan Feng when he answered Qiao Hanye's call. Upon hearing his master's order, Han Beicheng got another shock. "But Master, I just bought the car. You've only driven it once!"

"Yes," Qiao Hanye answered, ignoring Han Beicheng's panicky voice. "It takes up too much space."

He Lanjin's ears pricked up. What could Qiao Hanye be planning? She shook the thought away and calmly asked, "Mr. Qiao, where are you going?"

"Since I'm not cooking, then I'll go with you... for skewers," Qiao Hanye said.

Glancing at Qiao Hanye, He Lanjin saw him deliberately raising his injured hand, as if she could not see it. He Lanjin controlled her temper and drove away.