The Long-awaited Mr Han

On the contrary, Lu Man was very embarrassed. Seeing that Han Zhuo Li Xi was so ecstatic, she couldn't help but secretly pinched Han Zhuo Li's waist to make him converge, don't go too far.

Han Zhuoli didn't hide, she let her pinch for a while. Unexpectedly, the road was embarrassing, and her hand strength was still quite big. The pinched Han Zhuoli could not help but twitch.

You glanced at Lu Man quietly, thinking that when the two were alone together, she would suffer!

Xia Qingwei didn't look at the small movements of the two of them. He smiled and rushed, "Go, go. You sent me back, so don't worry about me."

Fearing that Lu Man wouldn't agree, Han Zhuoli quickly grabbed Lu Man's hand and said to Xia Qing, "Then let's go first."

"Let's go, let's go." Xia Qingwei smiled and sent them away.

Han Zhuoli dragged Lu Man out of the door, and when he went down the stairs, Lu Man was still nagging him, "You haven't had time to rest when you came back, and the jet lag hasn't fallen. How good it is to go back and rest early."

To meet, you can meet tomorrow.

She was distressed that Han Zhuoli was too tired, although she missed him too.

"You go back first--"

Before Lu Man's words were finished, he was hugged by Han Zhuoli, and his powerful palms clasped Lu Man's head. Han Zhuoli's thin, hot lips accurately found Lu Man's lips in the dark corridor, and posted it warmly. Go up.

Lu Man still remembers what he said just now, and he has long been unable to find him.

"Let me go back, you don't want me?" Han Zhuoli clasped Lu Man's waist, a little bit wronged and accused.

Because he missed her so much, he hurried back hurriedly and came to see her as soon as he got off the plane.

"..." Lu Man clutched his shoulders tightly with his hands. "Think, but I also feel distressed that you have never rested."

In the dark, I heard Han Zhuoli chuckling, "I slept on the plane."

Because of the long road, Han Zhuoli took the private plane directly, so the rest was good.

As he said, Han Zhuoli put her down.

Lu Man's feet stepped on the steps, and when his knees were soft, he fell down, and Han Zhuoli quickly recovered her.

With a low chuckle, "How can it be so soft?"

Lu Man glared at him secretly in the dark.

Han Zhuo squeezed her waist, "Don't think I didn't see you staring at me."

Before waiting for Lu Man to say anything, Han Zhuoli picked her up like a child, and let Lu Man sit on his arm.

This posture makes Lu Man embarrassed, especially worried that he will be planted backwards, his hands can only firmly surround Han Zhuoli's neck.

As a result, half of Han Zhuoli's face was almost embedded in her chest.

Fortunately, the road is so dark now, even if Lu Man is all hot and blushing, at least Han Zhuoli didn't see it, which made her comfortable.

But soon, Lu Man found that he was too happy.

Han Zhuoli took her down the stairs, walked a few steps, and suddenly turned her head, and her entire face was buried in her chest.

The corridor is very quiet, only the breath of the two and the sound of Han Zhuoli's footsteps can be heard.

Lu Man now seems to hear the inhalation of Han Zhuoli's face buried in her chest.

She flushed quickly, holding her breath subconsciously.

Han Zhuo's chest became hot, and a fire burned in his chest, gradually filling the whole body, and the whole person was stupid.

She grasped Han Zhuoli's shoulders tightly with both hands, trembling so much that she didn't dare to breathe.