For breakfast Channing made bean sprout soup to quench the wine...

Winnie was halfway through her meal when she suddenly noticed Channing's suitcase in the living room. She choked coldly and her eyes widened, "Why did you bring your suitcase too?"

Channing pulled a piece of paper and wiped the soup stains from her mouth, "I'm staying here for the next few months too."

Winnie: "?"

Channing said, "I've seen it, and the hotel is not far from the office."

"It's not a matter of far or not far, how can someone put it at home and not live, run to stay in a hotel, you ......"

"Are you not wanting to stay with me."

Winnie: "......"

How she somehow felt, he said this sentence like some aggrieved look.

Winnie suddenly slowed her tone, "I didn't mean it that way."

Channing bowed his head and ate his breakfast, "That'll do, I've contacted the hotel, no outsiders will be let in and no one will be photographed."

Winnie still tried to struggle a little more, moved forward a few minutes closer, whispered: "I live in the hotel because the crew has rules, and the convenience of commuting every day, if there is a choice, I am definitely still willing to stay at home, or so, I go back one day a week can it, the crew I go to communicate, there will be no problem. "

Channing looked up at her, "But I don't want to be separated from you for a day."

Winnie met his gaze, her eyes blinked, and finally lost: "...... line."

Compared to Channing's previous occasional nasty calls to her sister, or gave her plenty of security, what she can't stand, is his simple and straightforward way.

could have

calling her, she was about to get up, Channing was already walking towards the door:

Winnie sat down again.

of Winnie's assistant, stood Francis, carrying breakfast

and made a point of looking at the door

was correct, Francis looked at Channing again and smiled knowingly, "You're

around his chest,

"I'm her colleague, bringing her

that, he wanted to go inside my

stop him, "She's

was surprised, "Really? Then I really came

lifted his chin, signaling that he was free

about to go back yet, looked up

at this time, Winnie also finally finished her breakfast quickly and ran over, she stood behind Channing: "Francis? What are you

much to drink yesterday, thanks to the antidote Ms. Truman sent, and I'm not coming

thank you for helping me block the drinks last night, are you

rubbed his temples: "Much better, thanks to the antidote you sent, otherwise I probably wouldn't have been able to get up

I've already eaten

been talking apart, he said, "Ms. Truman brother looks quite tall ha, this height can be

Winnie: "......"

can

Francis: "......"

is not short, a meter eight head it, but really short

a look is often play basketball, or

Channing didn't refuse: "Okay."

wondered why these two were somehow choking. She pulled Channing back a little

again, "Excuse me, he's not my

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