The cold dog food was spread randomly

Yan beiming did Michael Jackson's spacewalk all the way and knocked on the door of the president's office.

As soon as she entered, she saw Lin Hanxing sitting lazily on the sofa.

She was eating lollipops while playing games.

Lei Xiao's shirt, which he had casually put on after his shower, was replaced by a white loose cashmere turtleneck and blue Korean-style Pencil Pants.

Her slightly curly and fluffy long hair was casually let down.

No matter how he looked at it, it looked like the tsundere, grape-colored short-legged cat from the Lei family.

"I was wondering why the air was so fresh today. It turns out that our little Hanxing is here."

Yan beixiao sat down beside Lin Hanxing obediently.

"Do you want me to massage your legs?"

Lin Hanxing raised his head and looked at him as if he was looking at a 1.8-meter tall retard.

Lei Xiao lifted his head from the documents in his hands and looked at Yan Beichen coldly.