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.,Hua Ying also left him a light for the porch and went back to her room.,maybe the sound insulation of the house is so good that Huaying, who came home at night, had no idea. When she got up the next morning, Chen Xing had already gone to work.。