President, he has cervical spondylosis

As soon as he sat up, Ning Ke took off his sunglasses and put them in his pocket, and kept looking straight ahead. Although he was excited, he had to keep his eyes empty (he had practiced this skill), the president turned his head and said I saw Ning Ke's side face and eyes.

He used to wear sunglasses no matter what he was doing before, this was the first time he saw his eyes, double eyelids, peach blossom eyes, thicker eyelashes, a little longer, brown brown pupils of Asians, a bit darker.

His eyes are dull, Mr. Liang thought, and he has no other emotions.

After a while, the roller coaster started. Mr. Liang pursed his lips and grabbed the handrail nervously. This was his first time riding a roller coaster.

After a while, he started to turn and turn, and Ning Ke kept shouting ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhuphhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh in the whole process. White is going to die.Thinking that this person came with me anyway, it’s not good to be really scared. I would rather tell him loudly that I want to shout out in the middle of the gentle process, and I won’t be afraid of anything if I shout out.

Before he had time to say a few more words, he began to spin and jump again, so he would rather continue. The president tried it after thinking about it, and found it was quite cool, so he followed suit.

After coming down, he would rather not care that he was still top-heavy, and put on sunglasses at the speed of light. How could Master Ning expose himself because of such a trivial matter.Turning around, I found that the president's eyes were bright, and he looked very excited.

Mr. Liang before getting in the car: It's a kid's thing.

Mr. Liang after getting off the car: Hey, that's cool.

So a group of people ran to play all the items that could be played.

Mr. Liang still had a smile on his lips during dinner, Ning Ke looked at him with interest behind the sunglasses, and asked if he wanted a massage tonight?

Mr. Liang thought for a while: "Let's not massage today, you are quite tired after playing all day."

I would rather think that his benefactor is really an understanding young man in society.

Then his door was knocked open at eleven o'clock in the middle of the night, and the special assistant explained to him in a low voice that the president felt uncomfortable in his neck and couldn't sleep, and needed Master Ning's help.

Master Ning who just fell into a deep sleep: ...very good.

It was his illusion that he was empathetic.

The money lord and everything else are all pessimistic.

But is there any way, I'm just a long-term worker, I would rather go to the president's door and think sadly.