Duan Hong in the room should be Han Luo's request, holding her little hand, casually showed her palms, spitting stars splashed, there are a lot of spray on Han Luo's face. This is not the way to go on, we have to find something for Han Luo to do! Duan Hong thought to herself, and told her about the characteristics of the hotel. Then she contacted Gu Zimo and said it was like introducing a hotel professional to him. Gu Zimo immediately figured out Duan Hong's mind and readily agreed that they would meet at school. Duan Hong, dressed in a Sao Bao suit, went downstairs with Han Luo and rushed to Haida opposite. Last night, there was a wandering heavy rain, and the sun was shining in the sky. The temperature is more than 30 degrees. When walking on the street, Duan Hong's turning back rate is almost 100%“ Wow, do you think there's something wrong with that guy's brain? Wearing a suit on such a hot day? "“ Isn't it! The tie is tighter than the belt. Is it hot Duan Hong's face was slightly red, and he felt that it was not suitable. At this time, he was sweating and regretted wearing such a formal dress. He quickly took off his coat and only wore a white shirt. It was just the ox tendon rope around his waist, which made him look nondescript. Han Luo can't help but think of Duan Hong's dress again. He thinks that people who are tens of years old come here and dress like children. He doesn't pay attention to his dress! As his personal assistant, does he need to change his life? The boss must be a frugal man, but his frugality is a bit of a chicken thief -- Han Luo thought, listening to Duan Hong's two butterflies, and gradually fell asleep -- the next morning, Duan Hong had not woken up because of last night's battle, until he heard a smell of burnt eggs, and then he woke up from the bed. There was a noisy sound of pots and pans in the kitchen. Duan Hongyi excites himself and quickly puts on his clothes. He opens the door and goes to the kitchen. He sees Han Luo in a casual dress, with his back to his hands and feet busy. Duan Hong's heart is warm: if you have such a wife to cook for yourself every day, what a wonderful thing it is“ What are you doing? " Duan Hong was wearing large slippers and leaning on the door frame of the kitchen. Han Luo turned off the fire and turned back. She was wearing an apron, her face was covered with black and gray, and her tearful eyes looked like a child who did something wrong. Duan Hong gently smile, said: "cooking is a great thing, must be careful, or I come." Duan Hong took Han Luo's apron, but it was still fragrant. It was so damn cool——