Zhou Cen pushed the door open and walked in, wearing a well-fitting suit, light makeup, and a smug look on his face. After coming in, he ran behind Lucas Shen regardless of anything, put his arms around his neck, and gave him a K!ss on the face.
For a moment, time in the office seemed to stop. Lucas Shen froze there, with only the cigarette in his mouth burning. The light smoke drifted in front of his eyes, giving people a dreamlike feeling. Zhou Yan's raised foot did not fall down, his mouth opened wide, his eyes were wide open, and he stood on one leg, warning Lucas Shen that he knew martial arts.
Zhou Cen blinked and suddenly laughed: "Don't be like this, I'm just too excited."
"Plop!" Zhou Yan couldn't stand any longer and fell to the ground with a plop. He quickly got up, picked up the cigarette that fell on the ground and put it in his mouth. He took several puffs and then shook his head vigorously.
"Sister, tell me, are you dreaming?"
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