Han Yulong's little assistant

The eyes behind An Ran's lens were confused, and she blinked lightly, staring blankly at Dong Yongpei who was caught in various embarrassments, as if waiting for him to come back.

"Yunnaxi, actually you don't need to bother to pretend so much and you can work with peace of mind..." Zhilong doesn't remember Han Yunna at all, let alone recognize her.

Dong Yongpei raised his hollow fist to his mouth, coughed softly a few times, and after recovering his gorgeous voice, his tone was extraordinarily gentle.

Pretending to...?

An Ran pursed her lips and didn't speak, and she didn't bother to speak in her current sick state, but after the eyes behind the lens were confused, a trace of bitterness quickly flashed across:

So, should she be glad that he finally believed that he didn't pretend to be by their side with evil intentions to take revenge?

It's rare that a certain girl is arrogant, not so cooperative, and the atmosphere becomes more and more silent!

In this small room, Dong Yongpei, who felt more and more cramped, left after leaving a good rest, so the first time he talked about the topic of disguise was so inconsequential in An Ran's silence.

In the morning, the first ray of sunlight slowly enters through the cracks in the curtains, brightening up the whole room;

On the balcony outside the window, Quan Jiahu, who was inexplicably energetic, kept brushing his presence towards the window with a 'bark, woof', as if protesting something.

Looking at the room, the person on the big bed was sleeping soundly in a posture of surrender. The high-grade silk on the bed was dropped on the floor, leaving only one foot resting obliquely on his one foot.

The noise outside became more and more noisy. Quan Zhilong, who was sleeping soundly, couldn't help but frowned, turned over and habitually pulled the pillow aside and stuffed it under his body to hug him tightly. 'Following like a shadow?

He tightened his brows and said angrily: Ah!Quan Jiahu, this brat, what did he do to feel sorry for him in his previous life?

A certain scumbag turned over several times in a row. No matter how he adjusted his sleeping position, he became sleepier and more awake. When he got up, he pulled out his hair very agitatedly, and just dragged his flip-flops on his head and yawned lazily. up.

Regarding Captain Quan's appearance, An Ran, who was preparing breakfast in the kitchen, said calmly that it was no surprise, after all, it was the first day here

Seeing a scene that ruined his image even more than this, plus a series of embarrassing actions later, the domineering leader on the stage has no image at all in An Ran's eyes!

After opening the refrigerator and suffocating the milk in one gulp, a certain slag woke up completely, stared viciously at the balcony, which had returned to its usual laziness, and pointed his ass/ass at his Quan Jiahu:

He was quiet when he came out, it really was on purpose!

Not wanting to argue too much with the dog, a certain leader withdrew his gaze, raised his eyebrows when he turned his head and looked at the assistant in the kitchen, and smacked his mouth, feeling a little unbalanced:

Didn't you say that you fell ill like a mountain?

Why did their little assistant pass out with a high fever yesterday, and he came back to life as if he had been injected with chicken blood in just one night, and every time he caught a cold and had a fever for at least three days?

Sexism?

When Quan Zhilong passed by An Ran, he snorted arrogantly, took his breakfast, and went back to his room silently, and slammed the door hard as if venting his anger, even shaking off a lot of dust on the door panel.

Just coming down from the kitchen, An Ran, who was about to put the fried eggs in her hands on the dining table, just stood there holding the plate with both hands, with a puzzled expression on her face, glanced at the eggs on the plate in her hand, and then at the hard-pressed eggs. The door was slammed, a little confused:

Did he mess with fried eggs or did the door bully him?