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A breakfast was taken for nearly an hour.

Chen Zhuo went downstairs to visit the shop, Xianbei also returned to the room to draw the draft... In fact, there was no way to concentrate on creating. The hand held by the man trembled uncontrollably. Fortunately, it was not the right hand holding the pressure pen... ...

Senbei couldn't help but hold his cheeks with just a few colors.

Recalling just now, after eating early, Chen Zhuo was not busy closing the dishes and got up first.

Senbei also got up from the stool along with Wei Nuonuo.

Chen Zhuo asked, "Do you want to draw a cartoon today?"

Senbei nodded.

Chen Zhuo replied: "You go back to the room."

Xianbei then nodded, blinked, hesitated for two seconds, and turned around obediently and walked towards his bedroom.

Chen Zhuo immediately walked to her side.

Xianbei didn't understand. When approaching the door of the room, she stopped and asked in a low voice, "Are there anything else for you?"

The man also stopped, smiled slightly, and answered as a matter of course: "No, just sending his girlfriend to work."

girlfriend? This name made Senbei stunned for a while, and it took a long time to realize what he meant...

From the dining table to the door, it's only a few meters away...

Is it too... I really want to have a little thought about the word "make a big deal", but there is no way, my heart is completely filled with the surging honey water, bubbling sweetly.

How to talk about love?

Chen Zhuo sent her "to work" in a deliberate manner. Should she also respond and express?

With a silly blush, Senbei picked up the phone on the desk and opened Chen Zhuo's text message box. After thinking about it for a long time, he typed a few words: "Are you busy downstairs?"

Four very simple words, but when she sent them out, the cusps of her heart felt hot.

The man answered quickly: "It's okay, usually busy in the afternoon."

Senbei grabbed the table with his head, hey, so failed, even his...boyfriend (lack of confidence) didn't know anything about the work situation of his boyfriend, and he knew about drinking milk tea every day.

"Don't work too hard...",

Senbei typed words carefully with one finger, a little uncertain, should this be the case? Is it an expression of concern?

Before sending it out, the phone suddenly vibrated, and the inertia was generally frightened, but after seeing the caller ID name clearly, Xianbei instantly felt relieved.

Chen Zhuo.

Called her downstairs.

Senbei twisted his fingers awkwardly, took a deep breath, and connected.

The weak say hello: "Hello."

The other side said in a particularly formal tone: "Hello, would you like to order milk tea? Delivery to your door."

Putting the back of the cold hand on his cheek to cool down, Senbei still replied like a gossamer: "No need..."

The man on the other end of the phone smiled, "Well, what do you have for lunch?"