The Confidentiality Agreement

"Well, I heard it's more effective for eye care. "

Duan Zhimu followed his words and made up a random story.

Then, his gaze fell on the red sugar water in his hand in astonishment.

Leng Jun handed the bowl to her and said with a smile: "I drove to a nearby supermarket just now to buy this. I heard that women drink this during their menstruation period. Once they drink it, they won't feel uncomfortable anymore. When Aunt Zhang comes to work tomorrow, I asked her to prepare something suitable for you to eat at this time. "

After saying that, he awkwardly took out his other hand and held it in his other hand. It was a big bag: "I don't know much about this. I asked the shop assistant. She said that An Xin's pants are useful, so I bought An Xin's pants, as well as other long ones. It should be enough for you. "

"Ah? Okay, thank you, thank you. "

Xiamu awkwardly took the convenience bag from his hand with a red face.