she had forgotten when the scene in her dream suddenly appeared in her mind.,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.,at eight o'clock in the evening, Zhou Hong made an appointment with Chen Xing. As soon as he arrived at the hotel, he met his daughter Zhou Luo.。