It’s better not to let Mr. Quan see this kind of thing.

Stop him from being crazy.

When Jiang Yue washed up and returned to the bedroom, Quan Shaozheng had already put down the documents and lay down. He was looking at his cell phone. When Jiang Yue walked in, he put down his cell phone.

Jiang Yue turned off the lights and lay beside him, and habitually shrank toward him.

Kissing the face of the little strife of the power of the kin, "Good night."

"Good night."

A silence.

"Mr. Quan, have you not applied skin care products? Your face is a little dry."

"If you don't wipe me, I don't want to."

Jiang Yue was speechless and turned on the light, "Get up, wipe your face! Isn't you a man who is almost thirty years old still knowing how to maintain it?"

Mr. Quan has a little shortcoming.

Too confident in his skin condition.
Chapter completed!