The Long-awaited Mr Han

After hearing what he said, though she felt something was wrong, she couldn't tell what was wrong.

"But I think, even if I haven't met someone I like before, it's probably quite normal. Like your brother, and Han Zhuoli, they didn't meet them all the time, and I didn't meet them until a long time later ?"

Seeing Yan Zhi nodded, Wei Wucai said, "And, I have been busy. Not only the work of Lanshan compound, but also this company."

"So the remaining time is not much, there is no chance to meet other people." Wei Wucai said, "Anyway, I haven't met the one I like, so don't worry."

Yan Zhiqing leaned back on the back of the chair and pulled away from Wei Wucai.

As long as the distance is not too close, Yan Zhiqing will not be so nervous and will be more comfortable.

She knew how many times she had just lost her mind.

I don't know if Wei Wucai found it.

Yan Zhiqing spurned himself for a while.

He said he was a professional actor anyway, should he cover up the past?

Wei Wucai should be ... not found?

Yan Zhiqing was lucky, bowing his head and eating a few bites of lettuce.

Quietly raised his eyes and secretly looked at Wei Wucai.

Seeing that Wei Wucai also happened to bow his head.

Suddenly, Yan Zhiqing's forehead was touched by his forehead.

The force is not very strong, just touch it lightly and immediately move away.

It was because the table was not big enough, and Wei Wucai bowed her head and bumped into her forehead.

Yan Zhi raised her hand subconsciously, and touched the piece that was touched.

Wei Wucai's skin looks fine, but men's skin is still thicker than women's, and not so delicate.

However, it is still soft and warm.

Yan Zhiqing touched it and heard Wei Wucai say: "Sorry, I met you."

His expression was anxious, and he quickly leaned over, extended his arms, and placed his thumb on the place where she was hit on her forehead.

The remaining four fingers rested on her forehead hairline.

The place where the forehead was touched by his thumb, and the skin at the edge of the hair, were also pressed against his four fingers.

These places are not hot.

Yan Zhiqing's delicate skin can also clear the lines on Wei Wucai's fingers.

Probably because of childhood training, knives, sticks, and various types of firearms.

Therefore, Wei Wucai's fingertips are rougher than ordinary people, with a thin cocoon on it.

His fingers were only cold-eyed, slender as jade, white and slender, and looked like a noble boy.

Very elegant.

But I did not expect to open my hands, palms, fingertips, but with the thin cocoon left by years of training.

The back of the hand looked like your son, spread out, but it was very powerful, very Man, giving a reliable sense of security.

Although rough, it is not as delicate as ordinary people.

But Yan Zhiqing didn't feel anything bad about his feeling of touching her skin.

Wei Wucai carefully rubbed the place where she was hit.

It doesn't hurt.

Moreover, what Yan Zhiqing didn't know was that this was actually Wei Wucai's intention!

He deliberately touched Yan Zhiqing's forehead.

Because of this, Wei Wucai controlled the power.

After only a light touch, he didn't touch Yan Zhiqing at all. He knew it best now.

Isn't he just taking the opportunity to touch Yan Zhiqing's forehead?

Yan Zhiqing was silly and didn't know.