The Long-awaited Mr Han

Kirk Po said: "I'm afraid it won't work."

Kirk Wave looked at Han Zhuoli with a crooked head, and said, "Liang Dao, you need to find out what I said. I know."

Liang Chengbing felt a little hope, "That's better ..."

"No, no." Kirkbo smiled. "It's not going to work tonight. Let's meet again someday. Your business, I remember, you can rest assured."

Liang Chengbing listened to what Ke Kebo said, as if letting him not have to worry, just continue to be his judge.

It seems that he was not influenced by Han Zhuoli.

Or did Han Zhuoli come to him, not for the same thing?

Liang Chengbing looked at Han Zhuoli, "Han Shao, is Han Bang any new investment in the film festival?"

Han Zhuoli looked at it coldly and said, "It is still in the preliminary plan."

Liang Chengbing nodded and breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that Han Zhuoli came to Kirkbo to discuss things. It really had nothing to do with him.

That's good.

"Okay, then I won't bother." Liang Chengbing finally smiled relaxedly. "Mr. Ke, when you are free, I will invite you to dinner again."

Kirk Po responded with a smile, but when was he free?

This is inaccurate.

Let me talk about Liang Chengbing first.

Fearing that he was really caught by Liang Chengbing, he walked to the door of Shengyue, and Ke Kebo said, "Then Han Shao, Liang Gui, I will go first."

"Mr. Ke walks slowly." Han Zhuo politely said.

Liang Chengbing actually wanted to take the opportunity to leave Ke Kebo alone.

But Kirk Po didn't give him this opportunity, the driver drove over, and Kirk Po immediately got on the bus.

Watching Ke Kebo leave, Han Zhuoli said lightly to Liang Chengbing: "Liang Gui, leave."

Liang Chengbing opened his mouth and finally could only say dryly: "Shan Han, walk slowly."

Looking at Han Zhuoli sitting in the car, Liang Chengbing always felt something was wrong, but he couldn't tell.

***

Han Zhuoli returned to the villa, and as soon as he entered the door, he saw that Lu Man was already waiting at the entrance.

"Come back? Did you drink?" Lu Man set Han Zhuoli's slippers early, leaned over and sniffed.

He had a faint smell of red wine on his body, which was not bad.

Han Zhuo laughed lightly, "I drank some red wine."

Before Han Zhuoli changed her slippers, she dragged Lu Man into her arms and bowed her head to kiss her lips.

The tip of the tongue flew into her mouth with the aroma of red wine.

"Isn't it?" He asked, rubbing her lips down softly.

Lu Man sucked his lips and tasted the wine in his mouth.

I don't know if he was kissed by him or infected by the alcohol in his mouth, and his face was a little red.

"I'm going to change my shoes and clothes. I'll give you a glass of honey water." Lu Man said.

Han Zhuoli was very obedient to loosen Lu Man, changed her shoes, and went to the bedroom upstairs to change into comfortable and loose clothing.

Lu Man brought him with the honey water floor, "How is it going to eat at night? Is there any light to drink?"

"After eating some, I didn't drink too much." Han Zhuoli took a sip of honey water and pulled Lu Man into his arms with one hand. "Did not taste it just now?"

Lu Man was hugged by Han Zhuoli, and he helped him hold the cup with both hands, really afraid of the water spilling out.

Thinking of the taste in his mouth just now, Lu Man was hot all over. He didn't drink too much, but instead he drank too much.

"It seems that he didn't drink much," Lu Man said softly.

Han Zhuoli smiled softly, and his voice was exceptionally sultry.

Lu Man looked up at him subconsciously, just seeing the beautiful curvature of his lips, which made people uncontrollable when he laughed. Together with his provocative laughter, it made Lu Man feel soft all over.