The Long-awaited Mr Han

"..." Yan Zhiqing took the old lady's hand, "Grandma, those are brothers, what can there be. Han Zhuo Ling has a fiance, so let's not talk about it, Han Zhuo Feng is one year younger than me. I like it Older than me. "

"Then Zhao Gushen, Wei Zhiqian, Wei Wucai are very good." Mrs. Yan counted her fingers.

"Zhao Gushen and Wei Zhiqian didn't talk about it. They knew each other when they were playing with children. I would simply treat them as my brothers. It's just like my brother, except that they have no blood relationship." Yan Zhiqing explained.

The old lady heard that she had left Wei Wucai alone, and immediately asked, "What about Wei Wucai? He grew up in the Lanshan compound, and you have little contact. How did you meet this time?"

It's okay to mention others. When it comes to Wei Wucai, Yan Zhiqing is like a cat with a stomped tail, almost jumping up from the sofa.

"Wei Wucai is more impossible than them!" Yan Zhiqing said.

When the volume was not controlled for a while, the old lady patted her chest, "Ouch, you can scare me, why are you so excited?"

Yan Zhi cleared the old lady's chest and said, "Grandma, don't beat his idea, it's more likely than anyone else."

Mrs. Yan said "Ouch", "What the hell is going on?"

Yan Zhiqing skimmed his lips, "It's nothing, that is to say, it's not going to go together. The man has no demeanor at all, his mouth is poisonous."

Yan Zhiqing skimmed his lips and shook his head vigorously. "Anyway, he is not the type I like at all. It is impossible for both of us to kill! Grandma, don't think about it, don't think about it."

"Okay, okay." The old lady had no choice but to leave.

Yan Zhiqing was really afraid of the old lady, and quickly said, "Grandma, I will go to remove makeup first, and I will come back later to chat with you."

"Go." The old lady said with a smile.

Yan Zhiqing hurried away.

***

Lu Man and Han Zhuoli returned home.

Waiting for Lu Man to finish cleaning up in the bathroom, as soon as the door was opened, Han Zhuoli was blocked at the door.

He has put on comfortable and loose home clothes, simple short-sleeved T-shirts and loose cotton trousers.

Smell the smell of shampoo and shower gel on his body, it should be just after taking a bath.

It's not like setting your hair during the day.

Now relax, his hair draped softly on his forehead, looking younger.

A mature man in his thirties looks like twenty-five or six years old at this time, and is only slightly older than the young guy. It is far from mature like this.

Han Zhuoli took her inertia forward and kissed her lips with her head down.

Lu Man was completely unprepared. With a cry of exclamation, the subconscious stepped back a small step.

Who knows that Han Zhuoli's movements are faster, as if expecting her movements, she stretched her hands and supported her lower back.

With a little effort, she took her into her arms.

Lu Man subconsciously grabbed his clothes.

At the same time, Han Zhuoli's kiss fell again.

Lu Man was unconsciously led by him, and unconsciously, he was led into the bedroom.

"Manman." Han Zhuo shouted sharply, his voice a little dumb, with a strong desire.

"Huh?" Lu Man responded unconsciously, still immersed in Han Zhuoli's kiss, not very sober.

Han Zhuoli didn't leave her lips even when she was talking, and stuck to her lips, rubbing with each word.

"You can show me another wedding dress." Han Zhuo tempted.