Hua Ying remembered the lipstick imprint on Chen Xing's shirt yesterday, as well as the early morning dream.,on the opposite chair, the assistant is sorting out the data, looking up at Chen Xing, busy and lowering his head, the sound of breathing is unconsciously lowered, trying to reduce the sense of existence.,on Friday afternoon, Hua Ying went to the company with something urgent, thinking that Chen Xing might not be back on time, so she didn't tell him.。