"Haha, okay! I'll listen to you!" Yang Fan said casually.

Liu Qingru believed it, so she nodded with satisfaction and said, "Husband, why don't you go sit on the sofa and rest for a while? I'm almost done here, and we can go home together then."

Who knew that Yang Fan's eyes suddenly turned, and then he asked, "Qingru, can you just review the documents on the sofa?"

"Okay, it's the same everywhere, what's wrong?" Liu Qingru asked with a little surprise.

"Haha, I want to lie on your legs and rest for a while." Yang Fan rubbed his hands and replied.

Liu Qingru immediately laughed. Without saying a word, she picked up the documents and pen, and walked directly to the sofa in the reception room and sat down.

"Come on, husband." Liu Qingru patted her legs and signaled Yang Fan that he could go over and lie down.

“Whoosh!”

Without any hesitation, Yang Fan walked to the sofa in two steps, then lay down and rested his head on Liu Qingru's legs.

Liu Qingru touched Yang Fan's hair lovingly, then picked up a document with a smile and read it carefully.

Just like this, Yang Fan comfortably closed his eyes and dozed off, his nose filled with the fragrance of Liu Qingru. This little life was really very comfortable!

“Whoosh!”

Suddenly, Liu Qingru put down one hand and touched Yang Fan's face directly. Her scallion-like fingers were also gently stroking Yang Fan's eyebrows.

Gradually, Yang Fan fell asleep, but there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he was dreaming of something happy.

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