CEO's Beloved Sweetheart

Now, there was only the bank card she usually used in her wallet, and there wasn't enough money in it to pay for it.    

Just as Han Zhiyu was feeling awkward, a card was handed to the cashier.    

"Thank you. . . " Han Zhiyu looked a little shy.    

Lu Yiran looked over, his eyes cold, "How many times do I need to remind you? You are still my wife now. "    

The cashier at the side looked at Han Zhiyu enviously when she heard that. She did not understand what was going on with this woman. Her husband was rich and beautiful. Who was she putting on a bad face for?    

In the end, after she paid the bill, she handed the card back to Lu Yiran. At the same time, she put on a smile that she thought was the most beautiful. "Sir, your card. "    

Lu Yiran's face, which had been cold for a long time, slightly curled his lower lip and took the card. "Thank you. "    

When the cashier saw that he was indifferent to his wife and instead smiled at her, she was overjoyed.    

Before she could say anything else, she heard the woman beside the man lazily place the goods in her shopping bag as she said, "Auntie, please help us put down the goods at one point. I'll store them here by myself. Do you want to work or should I work? "    

The cashier's face immediately turned sour. . . . ""    

She was only a few years older than this woman, yet she actually called her auntie!    

Han Zhiyu saw the situation and said in puzzlement, "I heard that all of you are smiling service. Don't tell me you have to choose a partner for the service?"    

"Sorry. " The cashier squeezed out a stiff smile and helped them put the things away. Finally, she reluctantly looked at the stunning man.    

However, she realized that the man had never looked at her again.    

There were too many things to buy. The supermarket staff used a cart to send them to the car.    

Han Zhiyu didn't say anything on the way. She looked at Lu Yiran, who was driving beside her.    

In terms of appearance, he was really impeccable.    

No matter where he went, he would always be the center of attention.    

He had broad shoulders, long legs, and a perfect figure. Whether it was formal wear or casual wear, they were all clothing racks, comparable to male models in fashion.    

The fifth official was even more excessively handsome. It was just that his aura was too cold, and there was always an obscure and incomprehensible feeling in his eyes.    

If he did not lower his aura, others would not dare to talk to him at all.    

It was no wonder that the cashier from earlier had already fallen in love with him when he looked like he could not even be considered to be smiling.    

Han Zhiyu got into the car and felt that she was a little childish just now.    

She had to say a few words to the cashier, but it did not make her feel any better.    

When they reached the apartment, Lu Yiran instructed his subordinates to carry the things they had bought into the house.    

Han Zhiyu squatted down and finished tying her shoes. She did not notice their movements.    

Because the subordinate carrying the box was blind, he went up the stairs and directly went into the apartment.    

In an instant, Han Zhiyu's arm was quickly grabbed by the back of her body and pulled back forcefully.    

One more point!    

The edge of the big cardboard box cut her face.    

Her back was pressed against the warm chest that she was already very familiar with. The faint smell of tobacco entered the tip of her nose, accompanied by the refreshing and pleasant smell of his body.    

She steadied herself and was just about to break free when the hand that was grabbing her did not let go at all.    

Without any reason or negotiation, she was held in her arms.    

"Sorry, Director Lu. " Only then did his subordinate realize his problem. He admitted his mistake at the first moment.    

Han Zhiyu quickly shook her head. "It's okay. I didn't get up until I looked carefully. "    

Before the subordinate could reply, Lu Yiran spoke in a deep voice. "Put the things down and leave. Be careful next time. "    

His subordinate immediately left as if he had been saved. He placed the box in the living room and quickly left.    

At this time, Han Zhiyu broke free of his hand and walked forward.    

His body still had the heat of his chest, and his heart was also pounding.    

She did not even turn her head and pretended to be calm and self-restrained, "Lu Yiran, change this habit of yours. It's not appropriate for you to just casually touch me in the future. "    

Lu Yiran watched her walk into the door, and the corners of his lips curled up with some interest. "Why not? When have I ever touched you casually?"    

Han Zhiyu was not in a good mood and did not want to play this meaningless game of words with him.    

She had just changed her shoes at the entrance and before she could take a step, she was pulled into the man's chest again. Slowly, the warmth hit her again.    

This time, she was directly pressed against the tightly shut door.    

Her hands were lifted up. Under the suppression of his large palm, there was no possibility of breaking free.    

"I'm hungry now, I want to eat the food you cooked. "    

The two of them were very close. His mouth was still cold and distant, but his breath was so hot that it made her feel hot.    

"I didn't buy any vegetables today, and I don't want to cook either. "    

Lu Yiran stared at her pretending to be calm and said, "Go and cook. "    

"I said I don't want to cook. " Han Zhiyu heard the tone of the order and could not help but frown and refuse.    

He was not angry, and he did not even have a cold face to threaten her.    

It was just that his legs kept pressing down on her knees and squeezed in.    

Her legs were separated, and her body was immediately frightened by the swelling and heat that followed closely behind.    

"So sensitive?" Lu Yiran's one hand tightly grabbed her hands, and his other hand lifted her chin. He looked at her small face that was flushed red, but her eyes were overflowing.    

"Don't. . . Don't come so close to me. . . "    

He raised his eyebrows and looked at her with his cold eyes.    

No one knew what he was looking at. However, the way he looked at her as if he was picking out goods made her hate him.    

"Lu Yiran, can you let go of your legs a little. . . " She looked up at him.    

"Do you want to cook or do something else? Choose one. " The corner of Lu Yiran's mouth curled into a smile that was not a smile. The coldness in his eyes was completely different from the casual joke that he had just said.    

Han Zhiyu could not avoid his breath, especially that sentence just now.    

The deep meaning behind it made her extremely shy.    

The man's obvious reaction was clearly felt in her lower abdomen.    

Every once in a while, a small movement would make her feel as if she was facing a great enemy.    

"Lu Yiran, we are about to leave. . . "    

"Answer my question just now. "    

His tone suddenly became harsh, and it could even be said that he rudely interrupted her.    

The hand that was placed on her chin had unknowingly moved to her waist, pressing her even harder towards herself.    

"Cooking, I'm cooking!" If this continued, Han Zhiyu felt like she was about to collapse and her tone was only left with embarrassment and panic, "I will do it now. . . "    

Just as she finished speaking, the man's lips directly sealed her and went straight into her mouth, forcefully entangling her.    

It was as if he was not even willing to let go of the oxygen in her lungs. Not long after, she felt like she was about to suffocate.    

Finally, she leaned against his chest, panting heavily, and said weakly, "You're lying! I said go cook!"    

Lu Yiran licked his lips and suppressed the impulse in his body, almost losing control.    

He let go of his hand. His black eyes lit up and his voice was hoarse. "Hurry up. "    

Han Zhiyu did not care about that and ran into the kitchen like she was running for her life.    

Even at the moment when he released her, she almost fell down because of her weak legs.