Lin Yushen also looked at the weak, pitiful and helpless sofa in his living room, and after hesitating for a moment, he nodded firmly, isn't it just a night, he believes that he can still hold on.

Zeng Manjun had no choice but to say, "I'll sleep on the sofa, you sleep on the bed, I can not go to work tomorrow, you have to go to work." I don't want you to prescribe you the wrong medicine, and I'll have a bad conscience. ”

Lin Yu Shen said, "I'll go." “

Zeng Manjun had already gone to the sofa with her little quilt, the two-seater sofa, her height could barely get in, it was really hard to imagine how Lin Yushen would sleep.

Lin Yushen looked at Zeng Manjun, and after a few minutes, he returned to the bedroom and closed the door, it was not that he couldn't see Zeng Manjun's intentions, but he just ......< br

"Mrs. Painting is a Bamboo Horse" does not sing in vain and does not sing is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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