The Long-awaited Mr Han

"..." Yan Zhi froze for a moment, but really wanted to look at the image, shake his hand and sit down, "Huh!"

Although Shi Xiaoya returned to the man's main table with Han Zhuoling, the attention was still on Wei Wucai's table.

I don't know what Wei Wucai and Yan Zhiqing are fighting there, it is very lively.

Han Zhuoling just chopped the crab meat for Shi Xiaoya and put it in her plate. Seeing Shi Xiaoya drinking orange juice, she turned to Wei Wucai's table, and said helplessly, "You always see what they mean. Is the food not tasty, or am I not pretty? "

"puff!"

Shi Xiaoya might as well have said such words, and the juice almost spewed out.

Can you spray the juice out?

So Shi Xiaoya quickly swallowed.

So, it choked, "cough cough! Cough cough cough!"

Shi Xiaoya coughed uncomfortably, her tears were choked, and the juice choked directly into her nasal cavity, which was uncomfortable.

Han Zhuoling quickly patted her back, "What did I say, how did you react so much? Really ..."

Looking at Shi Xiaoya's uncomfortable cough, Han Zhuoling followed her anxiously, and poured Shi Xiaoya a glass of water. "You have to bear with it, and take a few more sips to be more comfortable."

Shi Xiaoya coughed sorely in her throat and nose, and endured a few sips of water, which made her more comfortable.

The old lady at the same table saw that Shi Xiaoya was okay, and at the same time she shook her head, and she did not expect Han Zhuoling to be so unrestrained now.

Even the dishes are not tasty, or I do n’t like it. I can say such things naturally, and I do n’t blame others that Shi Xiaoya can be choked on a sip.

Han Zhuoling, who was the culprit, still looked innocent, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with his words.

At the end of the wedding, in accordance with the usual practice, the hotel will give free room accommodation for the couple.

But Lu Man didn't want to stay in a hotel.

Especially after experiencing a coma, more and more lovers.

Just wanted to live with Han Zhuoli in their home.

In the last life, Han Zhuoli was alone at home, and there was no one else.

Every time I think of the empty home, Lu Man follows Han Zhuoli as a soul, but the memories of her at home always emerge in front of her.

Han Zhuoli sat on the sofa alone, and Lu Man seemed to see her and Han Zhuoli sitting on the sofa watching TV.

However, when the two of them rarely sit seriously, either Han Zhuoli rests on her shoulder, or lies on her lap, or Lu Man leans in Han Zhuoli's arms.

But in her unconscious life, Han Zhuoli was always the only one.

When Han Zhuoli sat down for dinner in the restaurant, Lu Man appeared to be sitting opposite Han Zhuoli.

It's so warm to talk and laugh with Han Zhuoli, completely different from Han Zhuoli's indifference.

When Han Zhuoli got up in the morning and went to the cloakroom to choose clothes, ties and watches, Lu Man thought that every morning, he was in the cloakroom with her. Sometimes he would accidentally touch him when changing clothes.

Every time he touched him, he would be directly pulled into his arms.

He said, "Take me early in the morning."

Kiss her.

Everywhere in Han Zhuoli's family, there are common memories of her and him.

The more I looked at Han Zhuoli alone, the deeper the memories of the two together, and I kept going out, and I couldn't stop it.

So when Lu Man woke up, she wanted to stay at home as long as she could, the place full of memories between her and Han Zhuoli.