The Long-awaited Mr Han

Zheng Tianming was about to go to dinner, and seeing Lu Man took a bag, "The president didn't ask me to order a meal at noon today. Did you bring a lunch?"

"Well." Lu Man raised the bag and showed him. "I took it to the pantry to heat it up."

"Give me, you go in to find the president." Zheng Tianming took the bento.

Lu Man didn't treat him politely.

At this time, Ye Xuanxuan came out of the secretary room.

Yang Fangtong and their friends have long gone to dinner together. To avoid suspicion, Lu Man usually comes up five or six minutes at night, so they have always staggered their time with Yang Fangtong.

It was only today that Ye Xuanxuan was rubbing herself, and the others in the secretary room ignored her, so she only rubbed out at this time.

Ye Xuanxuan sneered at the moment when he saw Zheng Tianming taking the lunch in Lu Man's hand.

Lu Man was so good at it, he couldn't hook the president, and he changed hands and won Zheng Tianming.

This Zheng Tianming is also cheap, knowing Lu Man's virtue, he first checked Wu Lize, and he coveted the president. He failed to retreat and chose him second.

Zheng Tianming didn't mind that.

Ye Xuanxuan snorted again, with contempt and disdain all over his face, as if Zheng Tianming had left a grassland above his head.

Zheng Tianming: "..."

Ye Xuanxuan, is she sick?

Lu Man was too lazy to think about what Ye Xuanxuan had done again, anyway, the contempt on her face was already obvious.

Handing the bento to Zheng Tianming, he entered Han Zhuoli's office.

Han Zhuo Li was busy and looked up to see Lu Man's hands empty, and then raised her to her legs.

"He came empty-handed?" Han Zhuoli took her in her arms, squinting her eyes like a dangerous big cat.

Lu Man poked his chest softly with his fingers, "What's the matter? You're not rare if I come over here?"

Han Zhuoli grabbed her messy hand on his chest and said nastyly, "Little Fox!"

Will counterattack!

Squeezing her soft fingertips, and moving her heart, she stuffed her lips and nibbled.

The itchy electric current ran from her fingertips to her heart, and the road trembled involuntarily in his arms.

The hot scalding roasted on his body made her hot, and the mint fragrance from him seemed to become more intense.

"I'm hungry." Han Zhuoli's low alcoholic voice also became dull.

It sounds not just hungry, but also thirsty.

Lu Man breathed for a long time, "I ... I brought the bento, Assistant Zheng went to heat it."

Han Zhuo snapped a bit, and then the corner of his mouth hooked, "So you remember."

His heart was tickled by his low voice.

At this moment, he was so close, Lu Man was breathless.

Han Zhuo Li pecked her fingertips a few times, and the burning palm did not know when it had been attached to her neck.

Lu Man shuddered fiercely under his burning eyes.

Before he could say anything, Han Zhuoli kissed his lips.

He really regarded her as a dessert, sucking and biting, tender and juicy.

Lu Man's back pressed against the edge of the desk, and her back still hurt a little.

But his thin body was firmly trapped in his arms, and he couldn't run anywhere.

"Don't you have a job?" Lu Man's lips finally had a little freedom to regain some breath.

Unexpectedly, Han Zhuoli's arms stretched out and the files on the desktop were swept down.

Lu Man: "..."

Are all the documents that are presented to the president's desktop important?