The Long-awaited Mr Han

Lu Man: "..."

How to choose this?

She took the phone and asked him to wash it, which was definitely impossible.

But cleaning himself in front of him, especially since there are many places that are particularly private, is even more embarrassing.

Han Zhuo smirked, holding the mobile phone in one hand, and said, "Why don't I take the mobile phone in one hand and wash it in the other?"

As he said, his hands had already reached in.

"Don't don't!" Lu Man stopped him quickly. "You take your phone, I wash it myself."

Anyway, she turned her back to Han Zhuoli, and Han Zhuoli could not necessarily see it.

"Where's that recording?" Han Zhuoli asked with Lu Man's cell phone.

Lu Man found it out, and Han Zhuo Li ordered it to play, and put the phone aside, actually paying attention to Lu Man cleaning.

Lu Man: "..."

She suddenly felt bad for the whole person.

Han Zhuoli's posture ... is too comfortable!

Resting her chin on her shoulders, she can see her clearly.

Lu Man was immediately embarrassed.

I embarrassedly covered myself, "Don't look!"

"Hush!" Han Zhuoli's index finger touched her lips. "The recording started."

Sure enough, Lu Qi's voice sounded on Lu Man's mobile phone.

After listening for a while, you probably know what it is like, and Lu Man doesn't want to listen anymore.

Even if you want to confirm again, you have to wait for Han Zhuoli to be away.

Lu Man hurriedly turned off the recording.

"Stop listening?" Han Zhuo asked sharply.

"Don't listen." Lu Man turned back and raised an eyebrow at him. "Why, do you want to listen again?"

Han Zhuo laughed lightly, "I listen to what she does, but it's not good. It's still nice to call you."

Lu Man: "..."

This man is getting shameless, she is not an opponent.

"Is that good for me, or is it good for other women?" Lu Man held a bad idea and set Han Zhuoli.

Han Zhuoli squeezed the tip of her nose angrily, "What other woman, I'm just like you! Want to give me a set? Does not exist!"

Lu Man embraced Han Zhuoli's long curved legs, just like hugging a pillow.

On both sides of Han Zhuoli's knee, she just felt a piece of softness, causing Han Zhuoli to be a little bit awkward.

Lu Man was unaware at this time, still using his knees to support himself, and his side was comfortably pillowed on his knees.

"You honestly answered me. Before me, did you ever have a girlfriend, or a woman who was just a night?" Lu Man asked.

Lu Man thinks about it, he has never heard any emotional news from Han Zhuoli.

She didn't hear about his marriage until she died. As for whether she has a girlfriend, she really doesn't know.

She thought she mustn't mind, and always thought it was boring to turn over old accounts.

Sometimes she feels uncomfortable when someone says that her girlfriend always likes to ask her ex girlfriend.

As long as you are in love with yourself now, why talk about the past?

But now, she seems to understand something.

If Han Zhuoli had a girlfriend before, or a woman with a dew marriage, she would really be jealous.

She loves this man and wants to be unique, not even his past.

But think about it, this idea seems unfair to Han Zhuoli.

After all, she is also a man with an ex-boyfriend.

Although he did not develop anything with He Zhengbai, he also had a history of feelings.

Han Zhuoli suddenly held her waist and turned her to face herself.

Originally she was resting on his curved knee, facing him sideways, and it was easy to turn her around later.