A plate of rice
Since he had returned, he definitely did not intend to work anymore. The reason he said that was because he wanted to let the injured her rest.
F * ck, men aren't good at expressing themselves, and they don't like to explain either. Even the way they express themselves is a bit stiff when concerned about others. In the end …
He went to the balcony by himself. He didn't light a cigarette, but just quietly looked at the sky. He saw something that didn't seem to have any connection with her, but he would always think about that little woman in a roundabout way.
Xu Jiao saw this scene and very consciously said goodbye before leaving.
She turned around and returned to her room. The man's voice came closer and she leaned over him as well. Xia Xiaoxiao subconsciously leaned back, but she could not control her injured right arm. She took a step back and pressed her waist against the edge of his wide tea table.
"Don't get so close to me."