Jiang Bian Mengting

"Huo Zong, make you stomach tea, why not drink it first?"

Mu Chudi put the cup on Huo Miao's desktop.

Hawthorne glanced up at Mu Chudi and met her prayer in the fundus of her eyes. He rarely put down his work, picked up his cup and drank a few mouthfuls.

Seeing Huo Miao drinking stomach tea, Mu Chudi was a little relieved.

Mu Chudi left here.

Half an hour later, the effect was almost effective, and Mu Chudi pushed the door in.

Hawthorne had fallen asleep on the desk after entering.

Mu Chudi took a coat from the hanger and covered Huo Miao.

"Sorry, Mr. Huo!"...