bed. 。>> 。“What did the manager ask you to do” Zhou Miao leaned closer to her, changing the subject. “It seems like every time the manager called for you, it was related to President He. Do you think...Saying that, he clasped Menglan's hand tightly and placed it lightly on her chest.

The moment Meng Lan placed her hand on his chest, she felt the heat radiating from him, and even her cheeks flushed red.

"Let go of me at once!"

But Feng Mu held her palm tightly, refusing to let go. His fingers gently rubbed against her palm, his voice low and magnetic,

"Did you feel it"

Mulan froze. "What"

"My heartbeat."

">"""What's wrong" He Hanchuan asked. 。