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Chapter 33

He simply greeted the two, Hu Xiaoli immersed in the acquaintance with the two film emperors and could not extricate themselves, the whole person was lying in bed smiling, rolling from time to time, his white cheeks turning red.

After they chatted for a while, there was no more sound, he thought that maybe they might've have their own business to deal with and have no more time. Hu Xiaoli no longer held his cell phone, went to the bathroom to wash, lay back on the bed in the room, and fell asleep after a while.

He rarely dreamt, but this time he did have a dream. In the dream, a tall man who could not see his face stood in the backlight. The shadow that fell down and covered the little one inside. He seemed to be injured, and he was like forbearance. It's very difficult to breathe deeply.

He stared puzzledly at the unclear face, and somehow he felt pity.

Throughout the night, Hu Xiaoli just stared at the tall figure without moving or making a sound.

Waking up the next morning, warm sunlight spilled in through the window, and felt himself jump out of his soft quilt. Hu Xiaoli squinted and thought for a while, but found that he couldn't remember a single thing in his dream.

How many people can clearly remember their dreams every night.

Hu Xiaoli shrugged, finishing getting himself ready as quickly as possible, and counted Qin He's breakfast time yesterday, and went to the restaurant.

He didn't have a good breakfast yesterday.

When he came to the restaurant, he saw Qin He was seated. The food on the plate at his table was still filled with food. Obviously he hadn't started to eat.

In contrast to Qin He's dark eyes, Hu Xiaoli gave a soft smile.

"Good morning."

Qin He barely lifted his chin, in response to saying hello.

Hu Xiaoli ran to the front desk, and Punk narrowed his eyes at him, and whispered when he came over, "When did you get along with curator so well?"

Hu Xiaoli shook his head: "In fact, I don't know very well, and the curator is easy to get along with. "

Punk stared in disbelief, as if to say," The curator, how can he get along with little newcomer? "

The little fox smiled, holding his own food, and sat down opposite Qin He.

Seeing him sit down, there was a hint of wonder flashed in Qin He eyes, before he covered it up quickly, ignored him, and ate directly.

Adhering to the good virtues of eating without talking, Hu Xiaoli followed Qin He's meal speed. After he drank the last mouthful of milk in the glass, Hu Xiaoli also wiped his mouth.

"I just finished eating!"

Hu Xiaoli stood up, smiled at him, and told him what he had planned last night: "If possible, please assign me something to do today."

This is what he was thinking about last night Instead of sitting there and staying with Qin He for a whole day, it is better to spend time doing something.

Qin He glanced at him slightly, frowning slightly.

In fact, there was nothing he needed to do, but Qin He couldn't refuse his shiny eyes.

... Or just let Han Ye do some small things for him.

At eight in the morning, Qin He and Hu Xiaoli again appeared in the Modi Group.

After while, a pair of shiny eyes stared, Hu Xiaoli was handed over to Han Ye by a word from Qin He.

"So, what do you want to do?"

The president came with this child for two days in a row. Han Ye felt his attitude must be correct!