CEO's Beloved Sweetheart

2When Lu Yiran was vomiting just now, most of his body moved away from her body to the bed. She took the opportunity to push him away. At that time, she was too busy to leave. She heard a bang behind her. She didn't expect that she would push him to the ground.    4

    

Fortunately, he was drunk. Han Zhiyu secretly rejoiced in her heart.    

    

Relaxing her footsteps, Han Zhiyu walked to the bedside and looked at Lu Yiran from a safe distance.    

    

Although he looked harmless at this time, the scene that happened just now still did not make her completely let down her guard.    

    

"Lu Yiran?"    

    

She did not forget the "miserable case that she called her husband just now. Han Zhiyu stood by the bed and called his name a few times. Seeing that he really did not have any reaction, she let out a sigh of relief.    

    

Rolling up his sleeves, the first thing he did was to open the window and let the room breathe. Because there was a heating system in the room, wearing a sweater did not feel cold, but when the window opened and a cold wind blew in, Han Zhiyu could not help but shiver. She took the blanket and placed it on Lu Yiran's body, then turned around and went into the bathroom.    

    

Han Zhiyu was not spoiled, so her movements were swift and the sound was very soft. She went in and out and very quickly cleaned up the filth that Lu Yiran spat out.    

    

Lu Yiran leaned on the bedside to make it convenient for her to change the clean sheets. There were spare sheets in the bedroom, so she quickly changed them.    

    

This was the first time in Lu Yiran's life that he had drunk himself. He relied on his willpower to support himself at the table, but as soon as he got on the car, he got drunk.    

    

The cold wind blew in and he vomited again. Lu Yiran's mind became much clearer. However, he was not very clear-headed. He heard footsteps by his ears and the faint and familiar jasmine fragrance lingered in his nose. It was very nice to smell.    

    

His closed eyes opened a slit, and in his hazy vision, a slender figure appeared in front of him.    

    

The woman seemed to be afraid of disturbing him, and her footsteps were very light as she swayed in front of his eyes. That face was somewhat blurry, and her eyes were not open for long before she heavily closed them again. When the face that she couldn't see clearly closed his eyes, it slowly became clear in her mind.    

    

"Lu Yiran?"    

    

Han Zhiyu closed the window again and closed the curtains. She walked to Lu Yiran and squatted down beside him, calling out to him.    

    

Lu Yiran did not respond.    

    

Han Zhiyu looked at him and just sat on the ground to sleep for the night. It would be very uncomfortable to wake up tomorrow morning. She thought about it and reached out to help him take off his dirty coat. She tried to pull his arm over her shoulder.    

    

With Chen Tian's help and Lu Yiran's standing, helping him was still within the range of her ability. At this time, she was not sure if she could help him up from the ground to the bed and try her best. Han Zhiyu encouraged herself in her heart.    

    

Taking a deep breath, Han Zhiyu was shocked when she helped Lu Yiran up. Did she just release the Power of Desolation in her body? She actually helped a tall and strong drunkard up. There was nothing impossible in this world.    

    

Han Zhiyu did not think much about it and put Lu Yiran on the bed. She pulled the blanket over and turned around to leave the room. She did not see the man on the bed whose eyelashes were longer than a woman flapping up and down. Soon, the bedroom was covered in darkness again.    

    

. . .    

    

Not long after they came over, a soft voice sounded beside the man who had just slept. His heart that had fallen down seemed to rise again.    

    

The woman's voice was like a clear spring flowing into his heart. After drinking, his dry mouth tasted sweet and sour, and he didn't like it.    

    

"Lu Yiran, drink some hangover soup. It will be more comfortable in the morning. "    

    

Lu Yiran's eyelids were very heavy. His lips, which had been tightly pursed, followed the woman's gentle voice and opened his mouth uncontrollably. He drank the soup that had been fed to his mouth.    

    

"Drink another mouthful. "    

    

The woman sitting on the bed was very patient. Seeing him swallow another spoonful and bring it to his mouth, Lu Yiran cooperated and drank another mouthful. One mouthful after another, Lu Yiran drank a bowl of sobering soup very quickly. That sour and sweet taste would not dissipate in his mouth.    

    

It was unknown if it was because he had vomited and then laid down for a while, or if it was because of the effect of the sobering soup. After Lu Yiran drank a bowl, he became much more clear-headed.    

    

He opened his eyes a little and looked at Han Zhiyu, who had just finished feeding her. She did not notice that his eyes had opened a little. He only held the bowl with one hand and calmly pulled the corner of the blanket to cover him with the blanket. After covering him, he even carefully pressed on the side of his neck.    

    

. . .    

    

Han Zhiyu let out a sigh of relief when she helped Lu Yiran cover himself with the blanket. Finally, she finished what she needed to do without any danger. Her heart, which was in her throat, also dropped.    

    

Han Zhiyu couldn't help but yawn when she got up. She had been busy since eleven o'clock. In a flash, she was a little bit faster. She was really sleepy. She had to keep up with the tiredness to not let herself fall asleep.    

    

She turned around and was about to go back to her room to sleep when the hand that was holding the bowl was suddenly grabbed by a force. Han Zhiyu's relaxed body suddenly tensed up and the force in her hand loosened. The bowl slipped from her hand and tried to grab it. In a flash, her body was pulled by the force and she leaned forward and fell into the man's arms through the blanket.    

    

His arm was so full that it could support his shoulder. He looked at Lu Yiran at a close distance.    

    

His eyes were tightly closed and his breathing was uniform. He looked harmless, but the strength of the grip on his wrist was invasive.    

    

Han Zhiyu took a deep breath and supported her arm, trying to shake off the grip on her wrist. But after struggling a few times, she heard an unhappy low voice by her ear, "Don't move. "    

    

When these two words entered her ears, Han Zhiyu wished that she could bite this man to death.    

    

"It's uncomfortable. "    

    

Lu Yiran muttered in a low voice. It was unknown whether he was awake or drunk.    

    

Han Zhiyu looked at Lu Yiran speechlessly. She saw the man with his eyes closed suddenly move. He lifted the blanket with one hand and wrapped his long legs around her legs to bring her into the blanket. He dragged the slippers off her feet. In the blink of an eye, she was pulled into the blanket and fell into his arms.    

    

He was wearing a shirt and pants. She was also dressed neatly, but the two of them were facing each other in an extremely intimate position.    

    

She was half lying on his body. His leg was on her leg, and his other hand was firmly on her waist, making her unable to move.    

    

Just as she wanted to struggle, Lu Yiran's low voice came from above her head, "Sleep. "    

    

There was nothing wrong with this word, but his voice revealed a dangerous message.    

    

They had known each other for a long time, so she was not unfamiliar with such a voice. It was a voice that only changed when he felt it.    

    

"Lu Yiran, let go. Let me get up and go back to my room to sleep. "    

    

Han Zhiyu did not dare to struggle anymore, afraid that she would provoke Lu Yiran's anger. The scene just now was still vivid in her mind. She did not have the courage to provoke this dangerous man again.    

    

She did not know what people outside said about not getting close to women. The so-called abstinence male god was clearly a disguise. She didn't even know how many times she felt his strong reaction from him. He was so hard that he was pressing against her.    

    

Lu Yiran really seemed to have said a few drunk words and fell asleep again. Han Zhiyu had said it several times, but he still did not get a response.    

    

Seeing his hands tightly wrapped around her waist, she sighed helplessly and gave up struggling.    

    

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