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Xin Chen helplessly supported the swaying person in front, "After all, I am a bystander. After working for three days and playing for three days, how could the fatigue be the same?"

Zhong Ji thinks about it, too.

He lay down on the small bed in the lounge with peace of mind, it wasn't too soft, but at the moment, it was more lulling to sleep than any high-end mattress.

There are no windows in the lounge, only a wall lamp, which faintly emits orange light, not too bright, even if it is just waking up, it will not feel dazzling.

He felt that he had slept for a long time, his eyes slowly opened and closed again, then opened them suddenly, and sat up.

The time displayed on the communicator on the wrist is 8:49.

He confirmed the date again, January 3027, 1.

Very good, I slept for more than an hour, and I didn't fall asleep because of the previous nights.

When he put on his shoes, he was still thinking, when did he take them off, how could he not remember?

Pushing open the door of the lounge, he could smell the rich aroma of coffee, and the aroma of milk was constantly surging from the heater beside him.

Xin Chen was on the phone. After hearing the sound of the door opening, he hung up hastily. He smiled at Zhong Ji: "Did you not sleep well?"

"Ah?...Uh, no," Zhong Ji paused and sighed softly, "Probably because the starship hasn't been sold yet, so I don't dare to get sleepy."

Xin Chen turned around and went into the tea room, took out a whole pot of coffee and hot milk from the heater, put them on the coffee table, and placed two glasses.

"I only slept for an hour in three days, can it be called lethargy?" Xin Chen sat down on the sofa.

Zhong Ji couldn't understand Xin Chen's tone, and sat down against Xin Chen while rubbing his neck: "For me, all the rest time when the work is not over is a waste of luxury."

This time it was replaced by Xin Chen sighing, long and heavy, as if something made him depressed and unable to let go.

Zhong Ji was a little worried: "Xin Chen, you..."

Xin Chen stretched out his arms and hugged Zhong Ji face to face, feeling that his body was getting thinner and thinner.

He is an aristocrat, and a rich aristocrat.He never let Xiaoji take stamina pills, he followed all three meals a day, why is he still so skinny?

Zhong Ji was startled slightly, not understanding what happened.

Xin Chen's chin rested on his shoulder, a little bit painful.

The clock didn't move.

"Xin Chen, are you alright?" He patted Xin Chen's back lightly, not sure if it was because he hadn't eaten.

The person who hugged him tightly was silent for a long time before slowly saying: "Xiaoji, do you...do you have anything in particular you want to eat?"

After holding back for so long, Xin Chen actually asked such unnutritious words.

Zhong Ji curled his lips: "What's the matter? So solemnly ask me what to eat, this is... your last breakfast?"

Xin Chen just laughed, but didn't laugh out loud.

He wanted to say, Xiaoji, it's time for you to take a holiday for yourself.

This sentence is not innocuous, but it seems to be innocuous.

Xiaoji won't rest, as if every minute he rests, he will be guilty for an extra minute.

He didn't even understand what was the purpose of desperately transforming and entering another difficult market.

Looking at Xiaoji's insistence, he didn't understand what Xiaoji was insisting on, but he understood what he was insisting on.

"In the future, I will accompany you until... the person in charge of the Zhong family is replaced by your successor."

Mentioning this, Zhong Ji became distressed, he let go of Xin Chen's hand, and was about to pour coffee, but Xin Chen took over the job.

"I don't have any successors left, so I can only look forward to my eldest brother, hoping that he will get married soon and give me a nephew, niece or something, otherwise the old man will have to put me in a woman's den."

Xin Chen couldn't help laughing: "...It's not that serious, is it?" He's still an only son, and his father didn't even reach this level.

"I don't know what your big brother thinks, but my one is too stubborn. If the big brother is erratic and loses his head, the old man can't help the big brother. He will definitely hit my head!"

"Don't worry, there will still be me at that time, Uncle Zhong will give me face."

Zhong Ji didn't have the nerve to say that when the old man got angry, he might not even give your family face.

This is a matter of cutting off children and grandchildren, and it's useless to look at anyone's face.

Forget it, he still prayed with all his heart, hoping that his eldest brother likes women.