We were just enjoying the sweet taste of a Xinjiang melon.
Suddenly, footsteps echoed from outside.
In a flash, Dilraba pushed him away, quickly wiped her lips, and then looked at him.
"What's the matter?" Sun Dasheng asked.
"There's a lipstick mark on your lips," she said.
"Oh." Sun Dasheng immediately reached out and wiped it off.
The evidence of the crime was erased.
They exchanged smiles.
Then went to open the door.
The visitor was none other than Mr. He.
When he saw a man and a woman in the room, he was visibly momentarily stunned.
But as a veteran in the entertainment industry, what hasn't he seen?
He quickly gathered his expression.
Instead, he cheerfully said, "Dilraba, you came to see me, right? I just had to deal with something, sorry for neglecting you."
Dilraba Dilmurat laughed, "Mr. He, no need to apologize, I just got here too."
Mr. He thought to himself, "Like hell, I believe you."
Just got here, and you've already locked the door?
