The Long-awaited Mr Han

Han Zhuo Li said, the finger came to her shoulder first, "Does it hurt here?"

"It hurts." Lu Man was badly asked by him last night, and it felt like he was going to fall.

So both hands grabbed his shoulders unconsciously.

His arms were hanging, stretched, and tight, and even his shoulders were stiff and hurt.

Han Zhuoli then squeezed her shoulders, and his neck was relaxed by him.

Lu Man turned his back around, and Han Zhuoli again massaged her back, even the acupuncture points were accurately pinched.

"The position is correct, the strength is enough, it turns out that you even have such a powerful massage." Lu Man was all relaxed, and his comfortable face flushed with blush.

"People of the eight major families have to go to Lanshan University to learn one or two kung fu when they were young." Han Zhuoli explained with a smile. "This point will naturally be learned together. Although I haven't learned any massage techniques specifically, just recognize Accurately grasp the acupuncture points and grasp the strength, it will not be bad. "

The result was not pressed for a while, and Lu Man's stomach screamed.

Lu Man was lying on his stomach at the moment, his stomach rang, and he embarrassed himself and buried his face in a fluffy and soft pillow.

At the top of the result, Han Zhuoli's light laughter also sounded.

Lu Man again showed a half-red face, "I don't know who made my stomach call?"

"I hurt, I hurt." Han Zhuoli said quickly, "You have no energy, do not want to get out of bed, then I'll get you something to eat?"

Lu Man nodded cleverly, being happy, and suddenly thought of a question, "Will you cook?"

She never saw Han Zhuoli work in the kitchen.

Auntie is usually there. Occasionally she cooks in person. There is nothing wrong with Han Zhuoli.

"It shouldn't be difficult." Han Zhuo frowned slightly, "I used my phone to search for the recipe. Although it was noon, but we didn't wake up long before, and we couldn't eat any food with a heavy taste, just follow the breakfast."

Han Zhuoli thought about it, breakfast is not difficult, "I should do it."

"Speaking of it, I haven't eaten what you cook in person." Lu Man turned around expecting, "It doesn't have to be complicated, it's simple."

Even if she wanted something complicated, Han Zhuoli would not.

But Han Zhuo was very confident, "Yes, leave it to me."

So, Han Zhuo Li got out of bed, took a five-minute shower, went out after putting on his home clothes.

Lu Man wanted to watch it, and gave Han Zhuoli a video call.

This only took two seconds, and Han Zhuoli took it.

Han Zhuoli's smiling face appeared on the screen, and he could still be seen behind him, which happened to be the background of the corridor outside.

"I just came out of the bedroom, do you miss me now?" Han Zhuoli asked with a smile.

Lu Man did not deny that he wanted to see what he looked like when he was cooking.

"I'm sore all over now, I don't want to go down, but I want to see how you cook for me." Lu Man lay sideways, more comfortable.

Han Zhuoli stood across the screen and saw that her half of her face was squeezed, like a little pig.

However, Han Zhuoli spoke secretly in his heart, but he didn't dare to tell Lu Man.

Han Zhuoli still didn't realize that he had unconsciously turned into tracheitis.

Hearing that Lu Man wanted to watch his live cooking through the video, he went to the study and found the mobile phone holder.

This was used by Luman when he live-streamed the video with the fans before, and it happened that he also needed it.