The Long-awaited Mr Han

"Lu Man, congratulations on your success." Ji Cheng said, "This time I really thank you for the smooth shooting."

"Yeah, Lu Man, thanks to you." Liu Chuanhui handed the knife that cut the cake to Lu Man, "Come, you come to cut the first knife."

Lu Man took over, "I have learned a lot along with the predecessors, and I also thank Director Ji Cheng for giving me this opportunity."

Having finished speaking, she cut a knife on the cake.

Because Han Zhuoli is here, to take the road back, Ji Cheng did not give Lu Man a banquet.

"Wait back to City B, let's get together a few times." Ji Cheng said.

After that, Lu Man left with Han Zhuoli.

Outside the crew, Lu Man found that two cars were parked along the road.

"Why two?" Lu Man asked strangely.

"Zheng Tianming owns his own car." Han Zhuo glanced deeply at Lu Man with deep meaning.

Lu Man: "..."

Zheng Tianming ran silently to the second car, very consciously did not disturb Han Zhuoli.

Han Zhuoli drove by himself this time without asking for a driver.

Lu Man breathed a sigh of relief. As soon as he got into the co-pilot, Han Zhuoli leaned over and pressed her against the door.

"Thought it would be safe to be the co-pilot?" Han Zhuoli's scorching breath spilled on Lu Man's lips.

Before waiting for her to speak, Han Zhuoli forcefully kissed her lips.

Lu Man grabbed his shoulders with both hands and was blocked by Han Zhuoli's breath.

The breath was full of Han Zhuoli's breath, and his lips were pressed against him tightly, leaving no gaps for her.

Lu Man felt that his lips had been sorely kissed by him, and he felt his tongue come in and stir her.

Lu Man whined, and the whole person trembled in his arms.

"Girl, I want to die." Han Zhuoli pressed Lu Man hard into her arms, squeezing her constantly.

Lu Man couldn't make any effort with it, and he could feel his lips swollen without looking in the mirror.

In fact, Han Zhuoli is only about solving greed, and he can't do anything in the car after all.

Take a deep breath and finally convince yourself to let go of Lu Man.

Seeing Lu Man's cheeks flushed, his eyes blurred, the whole person was foolish, and he couldn't get back to God for a long time.

Han Zhuoli then fastened her seat belt and drove away.

At the airport, Lu Man recovered.

Zheng Tianming had arrived at the airport long ago, and when Lu Man and Han Zhuoli got on the bus, he did not wait for them, so as not to embarrass Lu Man.

This time Han Zhuoli took a private jet.

Boarding the plane, Zheng Tianming ran to sit with the captain.

After the plane took off steadily, Han Zhuoli suddenly untied his seat belt and walked to Lu Man.

Lu Man looked up, "What's wrong?"

Han Zhuoli did not speak, bent over to unfasten her seat belt, and pulled Lu Man up.

"What are you doing?" Lu Man was confused.

Han Zhuoli still didn't say a word, took Lu Man's hand, and took her back, went to a door in the middle of the cabin, pressed the button, and the door opened.

Lu Man was surprised to find that the door turned out to be a small bedroom.

Wall-mounted TV, bed, shower room are all equipped.

Han Zhuoli pulled her into the bedroom, and the door was closed behind him, and was picked up by Han Zhuoli.

Lu Man exclaimed, and her lips were kissed by Han Zhuoli.

She closed her eyes subconsciously, feeling nervous moving.

Immediately afterwards, the person was placed on the bed by him.

"Long." Han Zhuo shouted softly, "I miss you so much."

Lu Man was surrounded by Han Zhuoli's breath at this time, and the warmth in his arms went straight into her heart.