C143 Do You Think You Can Just Do It a Few Times
C143 Do You Think You Can Just Do It a Few Times
By the time they recovered from the shock this time, Han Zhiyu had already walked towards the backstage.
"Miss Han, wait a moment. May I ask if what you said is true?"
"Miss Han, can you answer a few more of our questions?"
. . .
At the airport in M City.
Lu Yiran wore a windbreaker and his expression was cold. If it wasn't for the troublesome French client in the morning, he would have returned to the country a long time ago.
Sitting in the black Bentley, he was rushing to Han Zhiyu's press conference venue.
Of course, along the way, he didn't forget to use his phone to watch her press conference live.
When he saw the reversal of events, the smile on his face gradually deepened.
It seemed that his little wife had grown up!
When Lu Yiran just arrived at the hotel and came out of the elevator, he saw a large number of reporters.
"Mr. Lu!" Some reporters saw him and couldn't wait to see him. "Mr. Lu, do you know what happened at the press conference?"
Lu Yiran's face was cold and hard. His words were not emotional. "Move aside!"
"Mr. Lu, Miss Han publicly announced that she was Mrs Lu. What do you think?"
The man's footsteps instantly stopped.
The cold aura around him eased up a little. He turned his head and asked, "What did you say?"
Although he had restrained himself, the aura in front of him was still frightening.
The reporters were no exception. "I. . . "
"I'm asking you a question. " Lu Yiran's thin lips moved again. "Repeat what you just said. "
Reporter: "Lu, Mr. Lu, just now Miss Han publicly announced that she is. . . Mrs Lu, what do you think?"
A few reporters who were scattered around were waiting for an answer, but they thought that Lu Yiran was angry, so they all turned around and ran away.
Only this female reporter was left standing in front of him with cold sweat all over her body, as if her feet were filled with lead.
Lu Yiran did not immediately speak. He did not know what was going on in his head, and his eyes were extremely deep.
However, as long as he did not speak, the female reporter would not have the courage to leave by herself.
"Mrs Lu. " Lu Yiran narrowed his eyes playfully and calmly said to her, "Thank you for telling me this news. "
Then, without caring about the female reporter, he turned around and left.
After he left, the female reporter realized that she was covered in cold sweat.
However, she didn't know if it was an illusion or not, but she vaguely saw the corner of Lu Yiran's mouth raise. . .
After Han Zhiyu came out from the backstage, her phone suddenly beeped. She took it out and found that it was a message from Lu Yiran.
"Room 501 on the 20th floor of the hotel. "
"What is this guy doing?" Han Zhiyu muttered as she pressed the elevator.
Lu Yiran was smoking in Room 501. The curtains in the room were tightly shut, and he did not turn on the lights.
He heard Han Zhiyu open the door and stopped when she appeared at the door.
The cigarette in his hand just finished smoking. He spat out the last ring of smoke and extinguished the cigarette by the side.
"Why aren't you saying anything?" He laughed in a low, hoarse voice.
Han Zhiyu entered the room and asked curiously, "Why didn't you inform me when you came back?"
He stood there and did not move much, as if he was quietly staring at him for a long time.
She did not know what he was thinking. After a few seconds of silence, she walked in and smelled the smoke on his body. Using the light from the gap between the curtains, she saw the urn beside his hand.
"Lu Yiran, didn't I tell you to smoke less?"
She frowned and walked forward as she spoke, wanting to throw the urn out.
Her wrist throbbed in pain as she was grabbed by someone.
His body was also forcefully pulled onto his body and his waist was tightly held.
Other than being pressed against his chest, there was no room for him to move.
Lu Yiran lowered his head and let go of her wrist. He grabbed her chin and lifted her up. His breath was mixed with the faint smell of tobacco. "Didn't I say that if I don't smoke, I have to do something else, Mrs Lu?"
The words Mrs Lu in a more serious tone caused Han Zhiyu's face to have a fever.
"Let go of me first. "
This kind of posture made her feel a little uncomfortable. Once she struggled to break free, he tightened his grip even more.
The two sides of her body were separated by a thin layer of clothing. The more she rubbed, the hotter it became.
Finally, Lu Yiran lifted her up and pressed her back against the window.
"You. . . "
In the blink of an eye, she was already sitting on the windowsill. Even her skirt was pushed up by him.
The size of the wrapping skirt she was wearing was originally limited.
Now that the skirt was pushed up, her long and fair legs were also separated.
The cold and hard lines on the man's face became much gentler, and his dark and deep eyes were shining with a blazing light.
His movements were so fast that she didn't even have a chance to struggle.
"Lu Yiran, let me go. . . " Han Zhiyu's face was red with blood.
She did not expect Lu Yiran to do such a thing to her when he came back.
Lu Yiran pressed down on her arm that was moving around. His body squeezed even tighter. He lowered his head and smiled with a deep voice, "So many days, don't you miss me?"
Han Zhiyu looked up at him and their eyes met.
The distance between the two was only a short distance. The breath that mixed together was so hot that it was terrifying.
His voice was very soft, but the desire and power in his eyes could be seen clearly.
"You. . . Can you let go of me first?" Han Zhiyu was slightly frightened by his naked confession and her voice became softer. Her instinctive struggling also stopped. Her eyes were clear and moist. She looked at him. "I won't struggle. Calm down. . . "
Lu Yiran lowered his head and pressed his thin lips against her earlobe. His voice was terrifyingly soft. "Mrs Lu, tell me, how should I calm down?"
The hot air carried a faint smile as it was blown into her earlobe.
The hands that had tightly pressed on her just now moved to her back and practically hugged her whole body.
Han Zhiyu's fingers tightly grabbed onto the hem of the shirt at his waist and her entire body was filled with his smell.
From the look of eye contact just now, she could actually still see the fatigue in his eyes. Even so, he still had to rush back to see her.
Han Zhiyu could not say that she was not touched by this.
Her eyes opened slightly and her curled eyelashes cast a thick shadow.
When she looked up, she did not know whether it was intentional or not, but her lips gently slid down his throat.
Han Zhiyu did not speak and her forehead touched his chin. After looking for a moment, her lips touched again.
Lu Yiran's body instantly tensed up and stiffened, letting his neck leave the position of her lips. His cold eyes stared at her, "What are you doing?"
She let go of his shirt and hugged his waist. "Didn't you. . . Want it?"
Lu Yiran was speechless. "
She looked up at him with bright eyes. Her raised neck was so beautiful that it made people want to kiss it immediately.
He pursed his lips tightly and his eyes became even darker. There was an indescribable emotion in his eyes. "Seducing me?"
"Don't you want it. . . " Han Zhiyu lowered her head and looked at the man's obvious reaction. She was a little puzzled.
When Lu Yiran heard this, he almost wanted to kill her. . .
He held her small face with his big palm and exhaled hot air. "Do you think you can forget about it after doing it a few times? En?"
"Then what do you want?"
That tone made him feel as if he had punched cotton.
Lu Yiran's gaze was on her suit and his eyes looked up and down. "Don't tell me you specially chose it for today's press conference?"
In his impression, he rarely saw her wearing this kind of outfit.