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An Xiaowan chuckled lightly, with no abnormality in his face, even sweeter and warmer than usual.

...Too abnormal.

Is this still the domineering person who can't wait to make the sky out of a big hole, and give Huo Shao the female goblin whipped on the table?

"Cough cough cough..." Lott helped dry cough.

In fact, if something goes wrong, there must be a demon.

He felt he could not bear it anymore.

"If Lott helps you feel unwell, go check it out as soon as possible. Don't keep busy with Huo Shen's big hoof." An Xiaowan walked to him and patted his shoulder with concern, "You also The boss is not too small, too busy to have time to see a doctor, and no time to find a girlfriend. How can I do it, will I marry Huo Shen in the future?"

"Poof..." Lott shuddered, "Miss Ann smiled, this...but this can't be said nonsense. I just, I just didn't meet fate."

"I understand I understand, your suffering, I understand."

Lott helped look at An Xiaowan's face, "You don't need to say that I understand", and suddenly felt bitter, only to feel that the sweat on his back was coming out.

Sweetheart Sword...

This is probably how it feels.

"Lofi."

Behind him, suddenly a burst of cold hit.

Immediately afterwards, Lott helped to seduce him, and he felt a pair of eyes behind him, almost seeing two big holes.

Is this cold, to freeze him to death? ?

So terrible, can he resign?

Lott helped to cry without tears in his heart, and has turned into a little man trembling and hiding in the corner, but on the surface, he still supported a bitter smile and said: "Huo Shao, you are here, Miss Ann is waiting for you ."

Huo Shenjun's beautiful face was so calm that he had no expression on his face, and he was as cold as frost.

However, those dark and deep eyes were fixed on Luo Tezhu's shoulders, not moving.

On that shoulder, An Xiaowan's hand was placed.

...Shoulder shoulders.

Heavier than the ghost press.

Lott Zhu was deeply afraid of disturbing these two great men, so he could only be careful, and sneaked a little bit to the side a little bit, wanting to rub out from An Xiaowan's hand.

"Lot Zhu, big autumn, your sweat, trembling, coughing, this is obviously a symptom of a cold." An Xiaowan frowned, concerned: "You still go and see, Don't delay."

"Yes, yes, I will go here."

Lott hurriedly responded, and then wiped a sweat on his forehead, oiled the soles of his feet, and quickly slipped away.

The door of the office is closed.

Indoors, only An Xiaowan and Huo Shen were left.

The tall and handsome figure stayed on An Xiaowan for a few seconds, and then walked to his desk, sat down calmly, as if he had simply ignored the existence of An Xiaowan.

An Xiaowan's hand tightened slightly on his side, his eyes narrowed.

This man only took advantage of her last night, but now only a few hours have passed. What is this gesture?

An Xiaowan hooked his lips, squinted, and sat down lightly on the sofa.

"Huo Shao, didn't you have an explanation for yesterday?" She opened her mouth coolly, the arc between her red lips, revealing a slightly cool style.

The man sitting at the desk has a tight palm.

But the expression, but the slightest change, none.

"It's all adults..." He opened his lips lightly, cold as if he was the most lonely and indifferent emperor, and said with no emotion: "No explanation, only compensation."