CEO's Beloved Sweetheart

Han Zhiyu snorted lightly as she was half asleep.    

She opened her eyes in a daze and used her hands to rub her slightly sore neck.    

She turned her head and saw the man's handsome and cold side profile. Under the dim light, there was less of the usual sharpness and pressure.    

She retracted her gaze and saw the hot milk on the table in front of her. "Is this mine?"    

Lu Yiran did not turn his head. His tone was lazy as he said, "Could it be that there is a third person here?"    

After drinking more than half of the milk, she subconsciously looked at the man beside her.    

"How long until we arrive?"    

"About two hours. " He raised his hand and looked at his watch. At the same time, he put down the coffee.    

Han Zhiyu held her head with her hand and still faced Lu Yiran. "Then when you go to the meeting later, I will go to the hotel?"    

He turned his head and saw that she was seriously thinking.    

His gaze noticed a little milk at the corner of her mouth and his eyes darkened a little.    

"I'm not familiar with this place in my life. Forget it, I'll just go straight to the hotel. . . "    

Lu Yiran leaned sideways and kissed her. At the same time, the tip of his tongue lightly swept across her lips.    

"Crack. "    

The seatbelt on her body was undone. He gripped her wrist tightly and pulled her back.    

He easily carried her back to his legs and wrapped his arms around her waist, pressing her closer to him.    

The heat in their bodies transmitted through thin clothing, and their heartbeats seemed to merge with each other along with their hot breaths.    

Lu Yiran closed his eyes. The casual kiss had become unbearable.    

As expected, he should bring her along. Otherwise, it would be a bad thing to face those French people all day long.    

He followed her lips, kissed her neck, and began to slide down bit by bit from her collarbone.    

A pair of trembling hands suddenly appeared in front of him.    

Han Zhiyu reached out to stop him, but her body could only lean weakly against him.    

She pursed her moist and swollen lips that were kissed by him just now. From her face to her chest, they were all dyed pink.    

"Put me down. Someone will come over later. "    

Lu Yiran pulled her hand away and kissed her again on her collarbone. Finally, he suppressed the surging emotions in his heart.    

His arm still held her in his embrace as he spoke in a low and hoarse voice, "Continue sleeping. No one's coming. "    

Her heartbeat had not yet calmed down. She was even kissed by him until her entire body heated up.    

Furthermore, she was still locked in his embrace and could not leave. How could she. . . Continue sleeping like this?    

Han Zhiyu took a deep breath and struggled for a while. Just as she was about to open her mouth to let him put her down, she heard a warning by her ear, "Don't move. "    

“. . . ”    

"I will kiss you again. "    

Her body instantly stiffened, not daring to move.    

Fortunately, he kept his word and didn't continue kissing her.    

Han Zhiyu sat in his arms without moving and leaned against the man's chest that did not decrease in heat.    

He was a hooligan who did not know how to fill his stomach. If she did not stop him, he would not stop.    

After an unknown period of time, when she carefully moved her head, her eyes looked up.    

Only then did she realize that he was hugging her and sleeping.    

Since he had fallen asleep, his brows were still slightly furrowed, as if there was something unhappy in his dream that was bothering him.    

After being in the same position for a long time, he felt uncomfortable no matter what.    

Once he moved, he would wake up.    

When he reached France later, it was already night time in China.    

She could rest at will, but Lu Yiran still had to rush to the meeting.    

Even now, the documents and notebook that he had just seen were still on the table.    

No wonder Lu Yiran's career could be so successful. It was also because he had the title of "workaholic. "    

Han Zhiyu could not fall asleep. She leaned on him without moving and was hugged by him as a pillow.    

She narrowed her eyes and did not know why, but she remembered the necklace he bought that night.    

Why did he give something to Ai Shiqi?    

After a long time, when she was sleepy, she felt someone touch her face.    

When she opened her eyes, she saw a pair of deep eyes.    

"You woke up and pretended to sleep? Hm?" He lazily hugged her and gently stroked her face with his fingers.    

Han Zhiyu was too lazy to reply and immediately rubbed her numb arm.    

"What is going on?" His brows slightly furrowed.    

"Nothing, it's numb. "    

"Why didn't you move just now?"    

"You told me not to move. " She muttered.    

A large palm pressed against her arm, rubbing it lightly and not heavily. It was a bit reprimanding, "If I told you not to move, then you wouldn't move. When did you become so obedient?"    

Han Zhiyu suddenly felt a little wronged, "Are you asleep? I'm afraid I will wake you up!"    

Lu Yiran was obviously stunned for a moment and his movements also stopped.    

His gaze that seemed to be deep in thought fixed on her small face that had some resentment.    

"What are you doing?" She was suspicious of his reaction and looked up in confusion.    

After a while, the man laughed in a low voice and his chest started to shake.    

He reached out and held her tightly again. He lowered his head and pressed his lips against her earlobe. "It's inconvenient on the plane, so we'll keep it for the night. "    

Han Zhiyu was stunned for a moment before she reacted. . .    

Could it be that he was answering her earlier question, what was he doing?    

Her face instantly turned red to the roots of her neck.    

"Lu Yiran, you hooligan. . . "    

Her face turned red, and she angrily stared at the man's deep smiling face.    

"Oh, it's still you who is dissatisfied. I should do it now. " He lowered his voice even lower, as if he was deliberately playing around with the world.    

A scorching hot breath came from her neck, and her earlobe was burning.    

Han Zhiyu's hands were pressed against his chest, but he pressed her down bit by bit.    

Once again she was kissed by him until she was unable to resist.    

She was pinned on his body, weak and powerless.    

Lu Yiran's expression had already returned to normal. He continued to hold her with one hand and closed the laptop with the other.    

"That day at the banquet. . . " She looked up at his slow movements and asked casually, What happened?" Did you buy something?"    

"Auction?" He casually asked and put away the important documents on the table.    

"Yeah, when I'm not around. " Han Zhiyu did not mind his question but her tone was inevitably a little nervous and her throat was a little tight.    

Lu Yiran thought about it and said, "Yes. "    

He had almost forgotten about this matter.    

At that time, he said that he would be touring France and waiting for the transportation to return.    

However, since he was going to France right away, he would arrange for someone to contact him later. He didn't need to send him back to China, so he would go and get it himself.    

He put the documents aside and kissed her again.    

Han Zhiyu almost could not breathe. Her hand grabbed onto his clothes and she could not struggle.    

After her mind went blank, she remembered that he had casually admitted it just now.    

He admitted that he had bought it!    

"Distracted again?"    

Han Zhiyu felt a pain in her mouth and realized that she had been bitten.    

The man stared at her unhappily.    

He suddenly grabbed her chin and lifted it up.    

His cold and deep gaze seemed to contain a hint of coldness.    

"What are you thinking about?" His thin lips lightly lifted. His unconstrained voice seemed to be unintentional, but it was clear that it was cold. "Or is it to say, who are you thinking about?"    

His thumb slid down her lips lightly, and the gloominess between his brows deepened.    

Han Zhiyu raised her hand and pulled down the big palm on her chin, "How could I have the strength to think about what? I can't breathe. If you don't let go, I will be out of breath. "    

He let go when he heard her and gently rubbed the back of her head, "Don't tell me you don't know how to use your nose to breathe?"    

Her face turned a little red again, especially when she was dissatisfied with his high and mighty sense of superiority when he said those words.    

What? So what if he knew how to kiss!?