CEO's Beloved Sweetheart

Chen Tian drove in front and quietly put down the windshield.    

Lu Yiran's eyes darkened a little, and he glanced over at the windshield.    

When did he say he needed the windshield?    

He frowned deeply, as if he had been carved by a knife.    

He lowered his head and looked down. The girl he was hugging on his lap moved very disobediently. She was completely not the type to drink too much and sleep well.    

One hand was holding her body, while the other was gently pressing her head.    

If she kissed him again. . .    

Lu Yiran's face was ashen, and that delicate, drunk red camel swayed in front of his eyes.    

Even if he was pressed down, It was still dishonest.    

Her thumb gently moved up from her chin and stopped at her lips.    

Their breaths intertwined.    

"Hot. . . " Han Zhiyu frowned and unconsciously gasped for breath.    

He said in a hoarse voice, "I'm hot too. Be obedient and be quiet. "    

The soft humph made his entire body tense up.    

Even though he knew that she was unconsciously teasing him again, he still could not avoid her raging anger.    

"Zhiyu, you are not allowed to go to that kind of place in the future. Do you hear me?"    

Han Zhiyu, who was drunk, did not realize his words at all.    

She kept moaning and mumbling.    

Lu Yiran held back and used his hand to hold her head. He deliberately said in a low voice with a fierce tone, "Did you hear that? If there is a next time, see how I punish you!"    

"Save me. . . " She broke free from the restraint and rubbed her head against his chest, "No, don't drink anymore. . . "    

Thinking of what happened just now, Lu Yiran felt a little heartache in his heart.    

"Do you dare to drink again next time?"    

"No, I won't drink anymore. " When Han Zhiyu heard the word 'drink', her voice revealed a helpless cry.    

"Do you still dare to go to that kind of place?"    

"No, I will never go again. . . "    

Lu Yiran's tense mood eased up a little. He gave her a kiss on her forehead like a reward.    

Under this comforting kiss, her emotions calmed down a little. She obediently hid in his arms and her breathing became calm.    

He reached out his hand to her back and gently comforted her.    

Very soon, his brows knitted unhappily again. "Why did you lose weight? Didn't you eat well during this period of time?"    

"Oh. . . "    

He hugged her and looked at her quietly for a while, "Forget it, let's go to sleep. "    

On the other side of the windshield, Chen Tian, who was driving, could clearly hear every conversation in the car.    

His gaze turned to Wang Ziyue, who was sitting in the passenger seat. Luckily, this girl was drunk and slept quietly.    

Otherwise, the car would be in chaos. . .    

When the car stopped at the Korean villa, Lu Yiran had an extremely patient look on his face, making Chen Tian not dare to look directly at him.    

When he carried Han Zhiyu out of the car, she was still grabbing his clothes in a daze. She said vaguely, "Hug me. "    

Lu Yiran impatiently glanced at the small face in his arms. He hugged her long legs and stepped out of the car. "Didn't you hug her?"    

Chen Tian:. . . ""    

"It's so uncomfortable. I, I want to come down. . . "    

The cold wind outside the car blew, waking her up a little.    

When Chen Tian was about to take out some clothes, he saw Director Lu quickly take off his coat.    

"Urgh. . . " Just as she was put down on the ground and was supported by one hand, Han Zhiyu finally could not take it anymore and vomited.    

Chen Tian seemed to see the end of the world in front of him. He quickly ran up and prepared to pull Han Zhiyu away.    

Who knew that after Lu Yiran gave Han Zhiyu a hard look, he put the coat on Han Zhiyu as quickly as possible and continued to carry her.    

"Send someone to deal with it. " Lu Yiran's voice was so cold that it froze. "The one in the car went to find a guest room to settle down. "    

"Okay, okay. " Chen Tian took out his phone with a tremble.    

Han Zhiyu lied on the toilet bowl and vomited.    

Her mind was still in a daze.    

When her body was about to slide down from the edge of the toilet, she was lifted up by a pair of strong arms.    

Lu Yiran's face was gloomy as he said to the aunt who had rushed over, "Clean it up. "    

He lowered his head and swept a glance at the culprit. His eyes were filled with coldness.    

He laid her on the sofa and reached out to take off her dirty clothes.    

Han Zhiyu's small hand tightly held onto him and did not let go. Her misty eyes only opened a sliver and it could be seen that she was still drunk.    

"Take your hand away. " Lu Yiran endured it. "Otherwise, I will throw you out. "    

. . . "Okay. "    

He raised his eyebrows and was surprised by her sudden obedience.    

Her fair jade-like hand lay on the ground beside him. She leaned her head over and tried to find a comfortable position on his body.    

"I thought you wouldn't come. . . " Han Zhiyu closed her eyes and muttered to herself. Her expression was extremely pitiful.    

Lu Yiran lowered his head. His dark eyes lit up slightly.    

He saw that she was holding onto his shirt to balance herself.    

Was she going to take off his shirt, or take off his shirt?    

"Idiot, why wouldn't I come?" Lu Yiran looked at her wrinkled face and said lovingly.    

His thumb touched her slightly open lips, then he lowered his head and started to kiss her.    

He picked up the fragrance of the alcohol from her mouth and slowly deepened it unconsciously.    

Because of the discomfort, Han Zhiyu continuously resisted, but Lu Yiran chased and entangled with her with his tongue, not stopping for even an instant.    

Han Zhiyu felt as if she was sealed in a room without a window.    

The unbearable feeling of suffocation kept coming, and at the same time, a disgusting feeling gradually rose.    

"Sir, it's already. . . " The auntie came out of the bathroom and was shocked when she saw the two people entangled on the sofa.    

Han Zhiyu suddenly pushed Lu Yiran away.    

"Wow. . . "    

There was nothing left to vomit in his stomach. It was all acid.    

Lu Yiran stood up, but he was still affected. A sour smell spread out.    

No matter how good his mood was, it was interrupted.    

"Wash her clean and send her to my room. Also, cook a bowl of sobering soup. " After ordering coldly, Lu Yiran took off his clothes and went back to his bedroom to take a shower.    

When he came out of the shower room, he saw Han Zhiyu lying obediently on the bed.    

Her pale skin contrasted with the black sheets, making her look even more delicate.    

Perhaps because of the discomfort, her delicate eyebrows slightly wrinkled.    

"Let's see if you still dare to drink recklessly in the future. "    

Lu Yiran, who was wearing loose pajamas, scolded her softly. He then picked up the hangover soup by the bedside and pulled her up from the bed with one hand. "Open your mouth. "    

"Don't drink. . . "    

The woman nodded. "Be good. You won't feel bad after drinking it. " Lu Yiran coaxed her in a low voice.    

Perhaps it was because she was bewitched by the gentle voice, or it was because her head was aching and uncomfortable, Han Zhiyu obediently opened her mouth.    

After the soup in the bowl was finished, Lu Yiran took the bowl away.    

He lowered his head and saw the one point of soup at the corner of her mouth. He went forward and sucked it.    

It was only when Han Zhiyu softly protested that he reluctantly left her lips.    

"Sleep well. You will feel better tomorrow. " Lu Yiran also lay under the blanket and hugged Han Zhiyu tightly in his arms.    

Under the dark night sky, he slept well.