last name too, when his phone rang. It was a message from both the Dreamland Inn management group and the work group chat, all sent by Menglan.More than 50 people, including Wang Weidong, Meng Haitian...Her mind kept replaying the image of He Hanchuan putting his suit jacket on her, and the feeling of his wet shirt clinging to his body. The thought made it even harder for her to fall asleep.

"Click!"向晚 turned on the bedside lamp, sat up, and got out of bed with a face that wasn't looking so good. She walked to the door 。She remembered that He Hanchuan usually prepared a medical kit, which should have fever medicine inside. 。But she grabbed the doorknob and twisted it, the door opened, but she didn't go out, and then she closed the door again. 。He had a fever and was sick, what did it have to do with her向晚 lay back on the bed with a tight face, curling up in the quilt, holding her knees with both hands, frowning and closing her eyes. 。I hardly slept all night. 。 >>向晚 sat up with a splitting headache, putting on her shoes and going downstairs a little faster than usual.tracted, "Thank you, Lan Jie."After finishing, she placed the hawthorn slices and umeboshi aside."Still a child at heart, aren't you" Menglan sighed.>"Eat it," Menglan said. "Have some, and give me th...