had lain on it. 。A week flies by. 。Lin Jinran's work was becoming increasingly heavy. Every time he came back, he had to see one or two o'clock before finishing the data that he required himself that...Raise the bedding, Lin Jin dyed once again lay down, back against the door, the quilt covered to the nose, the whole person shrank in the quilt, tightly closed his eyes. 。

It's not a big deal, just sleep it off. 。Alas, she just couldn't fall asleep. Lying in bed, she became increasingly uncomfortable. 。unbearably wanting to cry 。

"Click!" 。A crisp sound of a door openinggan, inside a presidential-level private suite.Still, two tall men sat.Lu Liming yawned, pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses with his hand, and looked at Fu Mo寒 who was drinking one glass after another....