In the early autumn of the capital, there is a little coolness.

On the bluestone platform of the garden of Ting Garden, a few leaves will fall every morning, as if to herald the arrival of another autumn.

Xia Li made a cup of coffee as usual, and sat cross-legged in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window in the living room with her laptop.

She looked at the design of the suit that had been revised according to the man's request in the past two days, picked up the hot latte in her hand and slowly handed it to her lips and took a sip.

The warm sun shone in through the polished glass window and fell on her, leaving a shallow halo of light on her jet-black hair.

Xia Li turned his head and looked at the scene in the garden outside the glass window.

Aunt Zhou......

Rose Harbor, 46. Because Li Li, you blush. I am hitting the hand, please wait a moment,

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