1225 Didn’t You Taste It Just Now?

Kirkpo wondered: "I'm afraid it won't work."

Kirkpo tilted his head and glanced at Han Zhuoli as if he was embarrassed, and said, "Director Liang, I understand what you want to talk to me about."

Liang Chengbing suddenly felt a little hopeful, "How about..."

"No, no need." Kirkpo smiled, "We really can't do it tonight. Let's get together another day. I'll remember your business, so don't worry."

When Liang Chengbing heard Kebo's words, it seemed that he was told not to worry and just continue to be his judge.

It seemed that he was not affected by Han Zhuoli.

Or maybe Han Zhuoli didn't come to him for the same thing?

Liang Chengbing looked at Han Zhuoli and said, "Master Han, does Han Bang have any new investment in the film festival?"

Han Zhuoli looked over coldly and said, "It's still under preliminary planning."

Liang Chengbing nodded and breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that Han Zhuoli came to talk to Kirkbo and it really had nothing to do with him.

That's good.

"Okay, I won't disturb you anymore." Liang Chengbing finally relaxed and smiled, "Mr. Ke, when you are free, I will treat you to dinner."

Kirkpo smiled and agreed, but when will he be free?

This is impossible to say.

Let’s deal with Liang Chengbing first.

Afraid of being entangled by Liang Chengbing, Kirkbo said when he walked to Shengyue's door, "Young Master Han, Director Liang, I'll leave first."

"Mr. Ke, walk slowly." Han Zhuoli said politely.

Liang Chengbing actually wanted to take the opportunity to leave alone with Kirkbo.

But Kirkbo didn't give him this chance. The driver drove over and Kirkbo immediately got in the car.

After watching Kirk Bo leave, Han Zhuoli said calmly to Liang Chengbing: "Director Liang, take your leave."

Liang Chengbing opened his mouth, but in the end he could only say dryly: "Young Master Han, walk slowly."

Watching Han Zhuoli get into the car, Liang Chengbing always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell.

***

Han Zhuoli returned to the villa. As soon as he entered the door, he saw Lu Mann already waiting at the entrance.

"You're back? Have you been drinking?" Lu Man had already laid out slippers for Han Zhuoli and leaned over to take a sniff.

He smelled faintly of red wine, not unpleasant.

Han Zhuoli chuckled, "I just drank some red wine."

Han Zhuoli hadn't even changed into his slippers when he pulled Lu Man into his arms, lowered his head and kissed her lips.

The aroma of red wine flowed into her mouth.

"Really?" He lowered his head and rubbed her lips, asking softly.

Lu Man sucked her lips, tasting the taste of red wine in her mouth.

I don't know whether it was because of his kiss or because of the alcohol in his mouth, but my face turned a little red.

"Quickly change your shoes and clothes. I'll make you a cup of honey water," Lu Man said.

Han Zhuoli let go of Lu Man obediently, changed his shoes, and went to the bedroom upstairs to change into comfortable and loose clothes.

Lu Man brought him honey and water upstairs, "How was your dinner tonight? Did you just drink?"

"Eat some, not much wine." Han Zhuoli took a sip of honey water and pulled Lu Man into his arms, "Didn't you taste it just now?"

Lu Mann was hugged by Han Zhuoli, holding the cup with both hands for him, really afraid that the water would spill out.

Thinking of the taste in his mouth just now, Lu Man felt hot all over. He didn't drink too much, but it felt like he drank too much.

"It seems that he didn't drink much." Lu Man said in a soft voice.

Han Zhuoli smiled softly, his voice particularly flirtatious.

Lu Man subconsciously raised her eyes to look at him, just in time to see the beautiful curve of the corners of his lips, which made people uncontrollable when he smiled. Together with his sultry laughter, it made Lu Man's whole body feel weak.