Hua Ying remembered the lipstick imprint on Chen Xing's shirt yesterday, as well as the early morning dream.,on the other side, Chen Xing put his mobile phone on his desk and leaned against the back of his chair with his hands folded. He was suddenly very upset.,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.。