Hitting Up The Big Leagues with a Green Tea Personality

Chapter 455: There is a big stove holding her (pk plus more)

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When she woke up the next day, Xia Bohe's eyes were still a little red and swollen, so she hurriedly applied them with tea bags.

When we arrived at the dining room, Mama Lin had already prepared breakfast.

"Mother Lin, um, um, my eyes seem to be swollen from sleeping, can you cook an egg for me? I want to roll and see if it feels better."

Xia Bohe felt a little embarrassed.

Mama Lin's smile was a bit complicated, and more of a distressed one, "Did you sleep well the first night?"

She was ready a long time ago, turned around and took the eggs out from the kitchen.

Xia Bohe was surprised and touched her swollen eyelids. She couldn't cry yesterday and was heard by Mama Lin, right

"Mother Lin, well, I didn't make any noise yesterday, did I?"

Mama Lin lives on the 24th floor.

This is a high-end residential area, so the sound insulation can't be that bad, can it

And this system, it won't be so unreliable, she was crying in the system yesterday, and there were a few small scenes where her throat was sore and she cried.

It would be too embarrassing if she really cried out and was heard by Mama Lin!

"No." Mama Lin denied it.

Xia Bohe immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and rolled the egg back and forth on her eyelids.

"Young Mistress," Mama Lin hesitated, "Did you have a nightmare last night?"

She couldn't bear to hear that cry.

Xia Bohe's hand of rolling the egg stopped immediately, a wry smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, "Yeah."

It was just a collection of nightmares.

"I was in a small dark room, I couldn't get out, and I lost a lot of things, a lot of people..."

Keep crying, keep crying.

Lin Ma couldn't bear to hear it, "Is it better now?"

After the young master came yesterday, she didn't dare to come down to look at it on the 24th floor.

But listening to the voice, it seems that the crying is much quieter.

Xia Bohe blinked, "Well, it seems that there is a big stove next to me. Soon, I was sweating from the heat, and it seemed that it wasn't so dark anymore, nor was it so sad."

Speaking of which, she also felt strange.

After breathing out and stretching, Xia Bohe picked up the milk on the table and took a small sip.

"I woke up feeling very comfortable today. The bed is a bit hard, but it looks very warm."

Mama Lin's eyes flickered, but she hesitated to speak.

Big stove, is that the young master

But she is a servant, and she can't talk about the affairs of the master's family.

After Xia Bohe's eyes were almost swollen, she quickly wiped out her breakfast.

After thinking about it, he even used the trumpet to report his safety in the Luo family's WeChat group.

[I slept well in the new place yesterday~ Don’t worry grandparents, moms and dads~ Have you all had breakfast yet?]

In an instant, the rest of the Luo family jumped out to reply.

Only Luo Tianlin's profile picture never popped up, he might be busy.

Xia Bohe was about to poke him for a private chat, and wanted to ask him if Mama Lin was there and if he had breakfast, when Lin Qi knocked on the door and wanted to take her to record "Farmland".

On the top floor of the company, Luo Tianlin pursed his thin lips as he watched the whitewashed peace message sent by the little girl.

I laughed angrily.

She cried into tears and slept well

Little mouths don't make drafts when they lie.

He squinted his eyes, and sent a message to Mama Lin, [I will warm her a cup of milk every night from now on.]

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In an old-fashioned public house, Zhao Zhenzhen summoned the novel.

She can turn every page of the novel and know all the plots that will happen.

but…

"how so?"

[******went*****,****]

[*****]

[…]

Zhao Zhenzhen turned back three pages, and each page was full of asterisks!

Only a few lines of unimportant environmental descriptions reveal the text.

[This part does not have permission to read.]

[You can only read the paragraphs that are relevant to you.]

"What? These aren't my scenes!? I'm the heroine! Shouldn't it be the longest!? So many blocked words, are they more than the protagonist's length?!"

"Is this author an idiot?!"