698 Birthday Gift

Han Zhuoli's birthday passed in such a warm and peaceful way.

But this was the first time he ate the handmade longevity noodles made by Lu Mann. The two of them didn't even go to the dining table, they sat on both sides of the narrow bar.

Lu Man looked at him with a smile.

The decorative lamp hanging above the bar glowed with dim and warm light, bringing the two of them together.

Lu Man supported her chin and watched Han Zhuoli eat noodles with a smile.

Han Zhuoli felt that it was even more lively than any previous birthday that won his heart.

Under this dim light, it seemed that he and Lu Mann were the only ones in the small world, and the years were peaceful.

He remembered that Lu Man's birthday was on December 16th, and it was coming soon.

Back in the room at night, when Lu Mann was cleaning up, Han Zhuoli pestered him, "Where's the birthday present?"

He didn't look like he was looking for a birthday present, he breathed all over her neck and earlobe, "Did you treat yourself as a birthday present?"

Han Zhuoli put his hands around her waist from behind and put them on her lower abdomen, "I want to open the present."

"I prepared a birthday present for you!" Lu Man hurriedly blocked him, not letting him move.

I ran out by myself.

After a while, he ran back again with a long box in his hand.

"Birthday present." Lu Man handed the box to Han Zhuoli.

Han Zhuoli took it apart and found a pen, the brand was actually the one he used to.

"It's for your work." Lu Man explained, and Han Zhuoli raised his eyebrows, "I still remember the first time Dai Yiran went to the company, while you were away, he sneaked into your office, picked up the pen you were using, She's still about to kiss. If I didn't just go in, she would really have spoken."

Han Zhuoli laughed, "After hearing what you said, I lost that pen."

"Anyway, that incident reminded me. You must take the pen I bought for you with you. You should use this as long as you write. Even if there are women who are as disgusting as Dai Yiran and want to secretly write their own pens, but this pen I sent it, it's different."

"Okay." Han Zhuoli solemnly put the pen into his briefcase, "I take it with me wherever I go, and I only use this to sign."

Lu Man suddenly glanced at Han Zhuoli, "I'm going to the bathroom."

Then he bowed his head and hurried away. Han Zhuoli was still a little surprised, wondering what Lu Mann's glance meant just now.

Lu Man gently took off a gauze skirt with thin shoulder straps hidden in the bathrobe plaid.

She secretly ordered this from the Internet, God knows how guilty she was when the delivery came.

She was in class at the time, and Aunt He received the goods at home.

Fortunately, Aunt He never opened the box without authorization.

But when Lu Man came back, she still felt guilty that Aunt He looked at her differently than before.

The tulle is thin and transparent, and it can't block anything, but it is half-covered and has a hazy beauty, which is particularly exciting.

Lu Man tugged at the hem of the skirt nervously, it was more revealing than what she saw in the picture.

Lu Man bravely wrapped herself in a bathrobe before going out again.

"What are you doing?" Han Zhuoli asked strangely.

Lu Man smiled charmingly at Han Zhuoli, walked up to him, and pointed to the belt of the bathrobe around her waist, "Aren't you going to unwrap the present?"

Han Zhuo took a deep breath, and became agitated in a hopeless way, about to pull Lu Man into his arms.

Who knew that Lu Mann dodged the first step, she knew what he would do.

Han Zhuoli blinked with a dazed look on his face.

Lu Mann couldn't help laughing, he was so cute that even her own nervousness was diluted.