Hua Ying remembered the lipstick imprint on Chen Xing's shirt yesterday, as well as the early morning dream.,on the opposite chair, the assistant is sorting out the data, looking up at Chen Xing, busy and lowering his head, the sound of breathing is unconsciously lowered, trying to reduce the sense of existence.,before the evening, Chen Xing sent a message telling her that he had to work overtime and that dinner would be delivered to her. There was no need to wait for him.。