The Long-awaited Mr Han

"Han Shao, do you want to take my car?" Zheng Tianming asked.

Han Zhuoli's car was driven away by Xiao Chen. Fortunately, Zheng Tianming also drove himself.

Han Zhuo nodded sharply, and then crossed the white frost cream, without looking at her, she got into Zheng Tianming's car at a glance.

After getting in the car, Han Zhuo squeezed the corners of his eyes before feeling a little drunk, leaning his head back on the back of the chair, closing his eyes and resting.

Zheng Tianming sent Han Zhuoli to the downstairs of Lu Man's house. When Han Zhuoli got out of the train, he asked Zheng Tianming to go back first and crawled to the door of Lu Man's house.

Then he took out his mobile phone to call Lu Man. Xia Qingwei had already fallen asleep. Lu Man was in his bedroom at this time. He was about to ask whether Han Zhuoli was busy now, and received a call from Han Zhuoli.

Quickly pick up the phone and ask in a low voice: "Are you busy?"

When Han Zhuoli heard Lu Man's voice, he felt happy, and the nausea previously brought to him by Baishuang Shuang dissipated.

He stood at the door of Luman's house, his voice slightly hoarse: "I'm at your door."

Lu Man is stupid, "What are you talking about?"

When speaking, the person had already walked to the door.

Although he thought he might have heard it wrong, he couldn't help walking to the door.

Han Zhuo's dumbfounded soft laughter came from the phone, and repeated lowly, "I'm at your door, open the door, silly girl."

Lu Man had already arrived at the door, but he was stunned.

It took a while before I remembered to open the door.

I saw Han Zhuoli standing in front of her with a mobile phone, "Why are you here?"

Lu Man was pleasantly surprised, "After the entertainment is over, don't hurry back to rest, why did you come back? It's so late."

Lu Man always distressed him and ran around.

"I didn't drive, Zheng Tianming sent me over, let me stay tonight." Han Zhuoli's voice was low and he quietly pulled Luman's hand.

In this dark night, his voice was softer and softer, like he was coquettish with her.

This man was usually restrained, cold, and shameless, but he had never seen him act coquettishly.

And in this coquettish voice, Lu Man seemed to hear grievances.

"You come in quickly." The door was too cold, and Lu Man didn't hesitate, and immediately pulled him in.

"What happened?" She still felt that Han Zhuoli's reaction was abnormal.

Han Zhuoli moved his heart a bit, and he tried to hide it, but he could still be seen by Lu Man.

The little girl knew him so unconsciously.

He can even see through his heart directly.

Han Zhuoli is still very confident in himself. As long as he wants to hide, others don't want to see something on his face.

Otherwise, if it could be seen through so easily, he, the president, would n’t have to do it. He would have been killed by the old foxes in the mall.

But no matter how quiet he is, Lu Man can understand it.

Han Zhuoli's heart is hot, and a warm current flows between his hearts.

Eyes looked at Lu Man intently, squeezing her hand tightly, wishing she could be embedded in her own flesh.

How is this little girl so good!

He won't let her go forever!

Han Zhuoli suddenly pulled Lu Man into the bedroom in a big stride, the urgent and menacing look, like she was desperate to swallow her into her belly.

Lu Man quickly hugged Han Zhuoli's arm, "What's the matter?"

Closing the door, Han Zhuoli's momentum was interrupted by Lu Man's words, and he sighed helplessly.

To say that this girl is incomprehensible, or is she too smart?