Heartbeat after marr

he was already cold, and now he frowned, with a sense of pressure that was hard to get close to.,on the opposite chair, the assistant is sorting out the data, looking up at Chen Xing, busy and lowering his head, the sound of breathing is unconsciously lowered, trying to reduce the sense of existence.,he had already gone to work when she got up, and the men had not been home until ten o'clock in the evening.。