404 I Am at Your Door

"Young Master Han, would you like to take my car?" Zheng Tianming asked.

Han Zhuoli's car was driven away by Xiao Chen, but fortunately Zheng Tianming also came with his own car.

Han Zhuoli nodded, then passed Bai Shuangshuang, and got into Zheng Tianming's car without even looking at her.

After getting in the car, Han Zhuoli pinched the corners of his eyes and felt a little drunk. He leaned his head back on the back of the chair and closed his eyes to rest.

Zheng Tianming sent Han Zhuoli downstairs to Lu Man's house, Han Zhuoli got off the car, and asked Zheng Tianming to go back first, and crawled to the door of Lu Man's house in the dark.

Only then did he take out his mobile phone to call Lu Mann. Xia Qingwei had already fallen asleep, and Lu Mann was in his bedroom at this time. Just as he was about to ask Han Zhuoli if he was done with work, he received a call from Han Zhuoli.

Quickly picked up the phone and asked in a low voice, "Are you done?"

Han Zhuoli felt happy when he heard Lu Mann's voice, and the nausea that Bai Shuangshuang had brought to him earlier dissipated.

He was standing at the door of Lu Man's house, his voice was slightly hoarse: "I'm at your door."

Lu Man was dumbfounded, "What did you say?"

While speaking, the person had already walked towards the door.

Although I felt that I might have heard it wrong, I couldn't help but walk towards the door.

Han Zhuoli's hoarse chuckle came from the phone, and he repeated in a low voice, "I'm at your door, open the door, silly girl."

Everyone in Lu Mann had already arrived at the door, but they were stunned.

It took a while before I remembered to open the door.

Seeing Han Zhuoli standing in front of him with his mobile phone, "Why are you here?"

Lu Man was pleasantly surprised, "The entertainment is over, why don't you go back to rest quickly, why are you here? It's so late."

Lu Man always felt sorry for him running around.

"I didn't come here by car. Zheng Tianming sent me here. Please take me in tonight." Han Zhuoli said in a low voice, and quietly took Lu Mann's hand.

In this dark night, his voice became softer, as if he was acting like a spoiled child to her.

Usually, this man was restrained, cold, and shameless, but he had never seen him acting like a baby.

And in this coquettish voice, Lu Man seemed to hear grievances.

"Come in quickly." It was too cold outside, so Lu Mann pulled him in without hesitation.

"What happened?" She still felt that Han Zhuoli's reaction was a little abnormal.

Han Zhuoli's heart skipped a beat, and he tried his best to hide it, but Lu Man could still spot it.

This little girl knew him so well before she knew it.

He can even see directly into his heart.

Han Zhuoli still had great confidence in himself, as long as he wanted to hide, others wouldn't be able to see anything from his face.

Otherwise, if he could be seen through so easily, he wouldn't have to be the president, he would have been played to death by the old foxes in the mall long ago.

But no matter how calm he was, Lu Man could understand.

Han Zhuoli's heart felt hot, and a warm current flowed in his heart.

Looking at Lu Mann intently, he held her hand tightly, wishing he could embed her into his own flesh and blood.

Why is this little girl so nice!

He will never let her go!

Han Zhuoli suddenly strode Lu Man into the bedroom with an urgent and menacing look, as if he could not wait to tear her apart.

Lu Man quickly hugged Han Zhuoli's arm, "What's the matter?"

After closing the door, Han Zhuoli's momentum was interrupted by Lu Mann's words, and he sighed helplessly.

To say that this girl is incomprehensible, or is she too smart?