Looking at the tulips that were gradually pushing in, Feng Qing was completely dumbfounded. It looked like Xie Jiuhan had indeed been stimulated by the roses. What was this man thinking?
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In the study room, the international conference ended. Xie Jiuhan waited until late at night before coming out. Feng Qing was bored to death. She would lie on the bed, run to the bathroom, tease March, and eat fruits. In the end, she still fell asleep accidentally.
At this moment, Xie Jiuhan walked out of the study room. His expressionless face was filled with fatigue. From the end of the meeting to now, he had been reading all sorts of documents. From time to time, he would look for the relevant person-in-charge to have a meeting.
Listening to Feng Qing's gentle snoring and looking at her cute and charming sleeping position, Xie Jiuhan rolled his throat and let out a low beast-like roar.
