The peach and plum do not speak, and the next is its own

After a busy day, Zeng Manjun finally made the porridge, although it was a little mushy, but Lin Yushen still wanted him to take some medicine after drinking, but he didn't expect Lin Yushen to take a bath instead of taking medicine, and then continued to sleep. Zeng Manjun sat down and started to do the late stage after cleaning up, she went home today and planned to ask Lin Yushen when she would update, but she didn't expect Lin Yushen to fall directly.

I don't know how long I did it, anyway, the water in the cup was already cold, and I stretched my waist and was about to pour the water, but I didn't expect Lin Yushen to come over with a hot water kettle and change it for her.

"Hey, aren't you sleeping?" Zeng Manjun looked at the time, it was already twelve o'clock in the evening.

Lin Yu Shen said, "You don't look at what time it is, I've been asleep for almost a day."

"Mrs. Painting is a Bamboo Horse" is self-evident, and the next is in the middle of the hand, please wait for a while,

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