The Long-awaited Mr Han

"Someone is affectionate and wants to call it that way, but have you heard that I should have heard her?" Han Zhuoli's strong forearms rested on long, separated legs and suddenly leaned over.

Despite the coffee table, Lu Man's nervous heart beat for a beat.

He just leaned over as if he was close to her eyes.

Lu Man's brain nearing the crash thought slowly, as if it really didn't.

"Why don't you call me like that, and see if I should?" Han Zhuoli suddenly lowered his voice.

The voice became a little dumb. The sense was a mess. Under the sleeves of Lu Man's sleeves, the hair on his arms stood up, giving rise to small pimples.

His limbs were so soft that he was so touched by him.

However, his expression was very serious at this moment.

Otherwise, Lu Man thought he was playing with her.

Lu Man opened his mouth and found his voice for a long time. "In the company, is it inappropriate?"

"You still call me the president in public, this is no problem." Han Zhuoli said, in fact, he hopes that Lu Man also called him brother Han in public, but knows that Lu Man can't do this, "privately we don't need to be born like this Divide it. "

Han Zhuoli demanded this, and Lu Man nodded, "Okay."

Han Zhuoli's eyes were warmer and his smile deeper, "Then call it now?"

Lu Man opened his mouth, it was too difficult to make her call it that way.

The tongue seemed to be knotted, so it couldn't be called out.

At this time, Zheng Tianming suddenly knocked on the door and came in, "President, lunch has been delivered."

Han Zhuo Li gritted his teeth, when did he come badly, not to mess up!

"Send in." Han Zhuoli said with a black face.

Zheng Tianming: "..."

What did he do wrong?

Why is the president angry again?

Why has he been so wrong today and has always done the wrong thing.

Zheng Tianming was about to cry.

Zheng Tianming hurriedly put all the takeaways on the table and immediately rolled away, not daring to stay as a light bulb.

"I'll wash my hands." Lu Man breathed a sigh of relief and quickly got up.

The atmosphere just now became uncontrollably ambiguous somehow, and she came to calm down.

Who knows, listen to Han Zhuoli said: "There are toilets inside, there."

Lu Man: "..."

Lu Man went to the bathroom and wasn't embarrassed to spend more time in it, delaying Han Zhuoli to eat.

When she came back, Han Zhuoli also washed her hands.

Unexpectedly, when Han Zhuoli came out, he didn't sit in the original position, came around the coffee table, and sat down beside Lu Man.

Lu Man: "..."

She couldn't change her position deliberately, but Lu Man was so uncomfortable sitting so close to Han Zhuoli.

Han Zhuoli took her chopsticks and gave it to her. Lu Man avoided his hand carefully, but somehow, Han Zhuoli still rubbed Han Zhuoli's fingers with her fingertips.

Lu Man shuddered, he squeezed his chopsticks and dared not look at him.

Therefore, I did not see Han Zhuoli being touching her finger while rubbing.

Just touched it, the finger ran against the current, so Han Zhuoli could not help shaking.

The road is tense, so he has to eat hard.

I didn't see Han Zhuoli's knees getting bigger and bigger, and then I touched her leg.

Lu Man stiffened and peeped with Yu Guang, Han Zhuoli didn't seem to realize it.

She had to move her legs secretly, but after a while, Han Zhuoli's legs came back on.

If there is seemingly no contact, you can still feel hot across the pants.