Early the next morning.
When Lin Yuhan got up, she rubbed her sleepy eyes and saw Zhao Mengke still sleeping.
The office had a specially prepared room for washing and bathing.
It's no exaggeration to say that President Lin and Secretary Zhao were in full workaholic mode, almost wanting to move their homes to the office.
After washing up and coming out, Lin Yuhan unexpectedly saw Qin Hao lying on the office desk.
She showed a content smile.
The sofa was very short, and after she and Zhao Mengke occupied it, Qin Hao could only squeeze in.
"Mmm, smells so good!"
Qin Hao mumbled at the corner of his mouth and rolled over, falling to the ground.
"Ouch!"
He cried out in pain, rubbed his lower back, and groggily got up, seeing Lin Yuhan looking at him with a curious expression.
"Hello!"
Qin Hao smiled awkwardly.
"What smells so good?"
Lin Yuhan walked over, pulled Qin Hao up, and seated him in the office chair.
Qin Hao scratched his head in embarrassment: "Nothing..."
