"He went on vacation?"“ Well, so, it's very likely that it's on the plane now, so, Miss Su Xiaohe, you compensate me for a beauty sleep. "“ Bang... "Su Xiaohe hangs up directly. She is paying for xuefeiya's beauty sleep. After hanging up, xuefeiya can continue to sleep. Sunlight sifts down on the body, warm. Su Xiaohe's eyes are a little bit erratic. He can't get rid of bansen in his mind. He always feels that there is something wrong with her recent relationship with bansen. All of a sudden, her eyes skimmed over her mobile phone, and she finally thought that although Benson contacted her by email every month, they had not talked on the phone for a long time. The next second, Su Xiaohe dials the phone that just hung up“ Su Xiaohe, my beauty sense... "Sheffia roared. Su Xiaohe laughed and said in a low voice: "I... I just want to ask you, have you contacted Benson recently?"“ Yes, it must be. Are you sure you are asking me a question, not trying to spoil my beauty sense? "“ No, No Su Xiaohe quickly denied, "Yazhen, how do you and Benson get in touch?" Feeling that there was a pause, Su Xiaohe said: "for example, how do you contact him by phone or email?"“ All right, Su Xiaohe. You're so tired of asking these strange questions. Hang up and turn off the power. You can't stop me from sleeping for the sake of being more beautiful than me. "..." Well, it doesn't have to be more beautiful than her. Su Xiaohe put down her cell phone with a smile. She must have thought too much, because she was too sensitive. Wash into the kitchen, actually have cooked porridge, recently Mr. Qi more and more considerate. He's doing everything he's never done before, except that he doesn't mention taking her home. I ate a bowl of porridge slowly, and it tasted good. It was much better than what he cooked for the first time. Sure enough, she didn't cook for nothing in the past few days, and the man didn't learn for nothing. How can we say that Qi mochuan was also a student bully when he was studying. He just cooked porridge, but he still had a good model. Full, Su Xiaohe is not in a hurry to go to school, t big Christmas party is to be held in the evening, and she did not participate in the class program, naturally do not need to go early, just step on the point of maobao a way on it. Look at the time. It's still a little early to go shopping at this point. Many stores haven't opened yet. Most of the stores in large shopping malls open around 10 o'clock. Besides, it's not the main thing. The most important thing is that she's waiting for express delivery. In order to keep secret, she bought two gifts online, one for Qi mochuan and the other for Li Tianhao, but they all arrived today. Originally, I thought that this would surprise two men, one big and one small, but now it seems that it doesn't matter whether she is ready or not. Qi mochuan doesn't seem to be planning to have Christmas, and Li Tianhao, who used to be the most enthusiastic about Christmas every year, doesn't seem to be particularly enthusiastic this year. She even felt that even if her Christmas gift arrived, it didn't matter whether she gave it or not. Anyway, those two men don't seem to be rare. Ming Ming used to be very busy at Christmas, but now Su Xiaohe is in a hurry. On such a day, even if it's email, there are no customers to see it. At home and abroad, everyone is celebrating Christmas. She is the only one who wants to develop overseas customers on such a boring day. She's crazy. However, it's really boring. Su Xiaohe decides to be a diligent and conscientious employee and is ready to continue her email work for several days. The phone opens the mailbox. Su Xiaohe looked at the mail in the mailbox as a routine. Almost every day there were mail, but almost all of them were spam. She opened them at random, deleted them one by one, and was about to delete the last one. She was stunned. It's like a reply from a customer. Open. Su Xiaohe was surprised. It's actually asking about a product of Qi group. Su Xiaohe stayed in Qi family for a few days, and then he took the place of him