The Long-awaited Mr Han

"Did I wash it right?" Han Zhuoli noticed Lu Man's eyes and turned to ask.

There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, and he took away Lu Man's heart.

Lu Man silently murmured in his heart, "Sinfulness is simply a man's mistake."

Lu Man took a breath and retracted some straight eyes. "No, it's good."

He murmured in his heart that he was so embarrassed that he was her boyfriend. He met every day and was still fascinated by his male color.

Han Zhuo looked at her sharply, and the smile on her lips widened, "It's good to see me washing. What's wrong, you say."

Lu Man groaned with a blush, withdrawing his gaze and not looking at him again.

"Can I do this?" Han Zhuoli suddenly handed her a handful of green vegetables to her eyes.

I don't know if it was a coincidence, just exposed his sharp fingers in front of her eyes, and it was still the best angle.

Lu Man: "..."

Did he find that she likes to look at his hand?

This man is too cunning.

"Did you find it?" Lu Man turned his head, his eyes drawn.

"What?" Han Zhuoli looked puzzled. If it wasn't for his hand to move again, Lu Man was almost convinced.

Lu Man "hehe" twice, took over the dishes he had washed.

Anyone knows that his wrist is held by Han Zhuoli, "You still like where I am, you say, I will show you."

Lu Man: "..."

"Face and hands are enough for me to watch for a while." Lu Man grinned badly. "Other places, I will talk about it later."

"I still have abdominal muscles, I don't believe it." As he said, Han Zhuoli was about to lift his shirt.

"..." Lu Man quickly stopped him, "I know, I know. You should stay a little mysterious, come a little."

Han Zhuo Li was disappointed, "I really don't watch?"

"Mom is still waiting for dinner." Lu Man patted his abs. "Well, it's very strong."

Her strength was not strong, and when her soft palm touched it, Han Zhuoli immediately became hot.

Hold Lu Man's wrist and pull her into her arms.

At the same time, one step ahead squeezed her in front of the desk, "When do you want to see it, remember to tell me."

Lu Man was blown into his face by his breath, and his face was very hot.

With a low "huh", Han Zhuoli looked at her with peach blossoms and couldn't help but kiss her.

It wasn't until a long time before Lu Man let go. Lu Man was already breathless by his pro, and the color on his face was more intense.

"Mom ... Mom is waiting." Lu Man whispered, holding Han Zhuoli's shoulders.

"I can't help it, who always makes you hook like that." Han Zhuoli grabbed her waist with both hands and lowered her head to peck on her lips.

Lu Man touched panicly on the table, picked up a potato, and stuffed it with Han Zhuoli, "cut ... shred."

When Han Zhuoli washed the dishes well, Lu Man found that he wouldn't cut the vegetables at all and let him shred them, but the cuts were all thick.

"Well, you go out." Lu Man pushed him out.

Han Zhuoli was silent for a moment, "I think I can rescue again."

"Don't make trouble, you're going out!" Lu Man couldn't let him be here.

This is to help, it is to lag behind.

In the end, Han Zhuoli was introduced to the kitchen by Lu Man.

Waiting for Lu Man's prepared meals to be served on the table, Han Zhuoli saw that the dishes at the table were not in Lu Man's bento.

"I heard that before my aunt was hospitalized, you would prepare one for Zhou Cheng and Xu Hui every day when you prepared lunch for your aunt." Han Zhuoli looked at the applause and suddenly exited quietly.