The Long-awaited Mr Han

Han Zhuoli's birthday passed in such a warm and calm.

But this was the first time he had eaten the handmade longevity noodles Luman had made for him. The two of them sat on both sides of the narrow bar without even going to the table.

Lu Man looked at him with a smile.

The decorative lights hanging above the bar were glowing dimly, bringing the two together.

Lu Man held his cheeks and smiled at Han Zhuoli eating noodles.

Han Zhuoli feels that he has more hearts than ever for a more lively birthday.

In this dim light, it seems that he and Lu Man are the only ones in a small world.

He remembered Lu Man ’s birthday on December 16, and it was almost there.

Back in the room at night, Lu Man was packing up, and Han Zhuoli wrapped up, "What about birthday gifts?"

He didn't look like a birthday gift, his breath was all over her neck and earlobe, "Did you treat yourself as a birthday gift?"

Han Zhuoli crossed her waist from behind with her hands and pressed it against her abdomen. "I want to open the gift."

"I have prepared a birthday gift for you!" Lu Man quickly blocked him and prevented him from moving.

Run out by myself.

After a while, I ran back again, with a long box in my hand.

"Birthday gift." Lu Man handed the box to Han Zhuoli.

Han Zhuoli took it apart, it was a pen, and the brand was actually the kind he used to.

"It's for you to work." Lu Man explained, Zhao Hanzhuo raised an eyebrow, "I still remember Dai still went to the company for the first time, secretly in your office while you were away, picked up the pen you were using, I'm still going to kiss. If I hadn't happened to go in, she would have spoken. "

Han Zhuo laughed, "I heard that later, and I lost that pen."

"Anyway, that thing reminded me. The pen I bought for you, you must carry it with you. Use this as long as you write. Even if a woman is as disgusting as Dai, you still want to write secretly, but this pen I sent it, it's different. "

"Okay." Han Zhuo solemnly put the pen in his briefcase. "I take it with me, wherever I go, I only use this signature."

Lu Man suddenly looked at Han Zhuoli, "I'm going to the bathroom."

Then he bowed his head and hurried away. Han Zhuoli was still a little strange, wondering what Lu Man meant just now.

Lu Man took off the tulle skirt with a thin shoulder strap hidden in the bathrobe lattice lightly.

This was secretly ordered from the Internet. God knows how guilty she was when the delivery came.

At the time she was in class, Aunt He received the goods at home.

Fortunately, Aunt He never opened the box without permission.

But when Lu Man came back, he still felt guilty that Aunt He looked at her differently than before.

The tulle is light and transparent, and it can't stop anything, but the half-covered and half-covered has a hazy beauty, which is particularly exciting.

Lu Man dragged the skirt tightly, which was more violent than what she saw in the picture. Lu was too much.

Lu Man clenched his scalp in a bathrobe and went out again.

"What are you doing?" Han Zhuoli asked strangely.

Lu Man smiled at Han Zhuo Li Fei and walked in front of him, pointing to the bathrobe belt around his waist.

Han Zhuo took a deep breath and was so excited that he had no choice but to fish the road into his arms.

Who knows that Lu Man stepped away first, and knew what he would do.

Han Zhuo Li blinked, his face looked dumbfounded.

Lu Man couldn't help laughing, he was so cute, and even her own tension was diluted.