CEO's Beloved Sweetheart

4Han Zhiyu only shrank back her body and did not pay attention to his question.    1

    

Lu Yiran laughed lightly. He raised his hand and began to unbutton her shirt buttons one by one. That movement was slow and ambiguous to the point of making one's heart beat.    

    

But his gaze was firmly fixed on Han Zhiyu, making her feel like she was the prey that was being stared at.    

    

As the buttons were slowly undone, the white shirt was revealed.    

    

Lu Yiran's gaze shifted downwards, and the hand movements on her shirt stopped. Instantly, the silent atmosphere between the two spread out.    

    

He felt that his burning gaze had been fixed on his body. Han Zhiyu pulled her clothes uneasily, "Lu Yiran, you. . . "    

    

Before she could finish, Lu Yiran pulled her hand away and kissed her hard.    

    

He pressed her against the window, and the curtain was pulled tightly.    

    

Until she was kissed until her whole body went soft, and her clothes were already in a mess.    

    

Han Zhiyu took a deep breath and was tortured by her own wild heartbeat, "Lu Yiran, carry me down. . . "    

    

Before she could finish speaking, the movement that followed closely made her voice stop.    

    

"It hurts!"    

    

Lu Yiran stopped when he heard her. When he saw her face turn pale, he felt his heart ache.    

    

He held her face and kissed her. He used his lips to comfort her on the side of her face, "Be good, I'll be right away. "    

    

He reduced his strength and slowly moved about.    

    

Han Zhiyu, on the other hand, had endured the pain at the beginning and slowly started to get used to it.    

    

Her whole body was filled with Lu Yiran's aura. She could not help but greedily approach his embrace and let out a soft moan.    

    

When Lu Yiran heard this, he seemed to be inspired.    

    

The continuous collisions didn't give her any chance to rest. Every word was broken into pieces. In the end, she couldn't even make a sound.    

    

When it was over, she curled up into a ball and was carried down from the window.    

    

When the two of them laid back on the bed, Lu Yiran reached out and held her in his arms.    

    

He lowered his head and looked down. When he saw the tear stains on her small face, he could not help but frown.    

    

Currently, Han Zhiyu's influence on him was getting heavier and heavier. In just five days of not seeing each other, he lost control again when he touched her.    

    

He hugged her tightly and thought for a while. He reached out and wiped away her tears, "Does it still hurt?"    

    

"Are you a beast?" Han Zhiyu lowered her head and said in a muffled voice.    

    

She did not understand. She was clearly crying and begging for mercy just now. Why did this man not do anything?    

    

He frowned and forcefully lifted her face, but his voice slowed down, "Zhiyu. . . "    

    

Han Zhiyu's eyes were still glistening with tears as she gritted her teeth. She felt wronged and angry and her eyes were especially wide open.    

    

"Lu Yiran did not know what to say for a moment. His heart instantly softened. His voice was a little dry as he said, "Does it hurt very much?"    

    

Han Zhiyu asked, "What do you think?"    

    

"I will help you apply some medicine. Should there be medicine in the hotel?" He was about to get up.    

    

"No!"    

    

“. . . ”    

    

He frowned and rubbed the back of her head. "I'm sorry for what happened just now. "    

    

Han Zhiyu was already angry and her tone was a little sarcastic. "Does Director Lu also know how to apologize?"    

    

Lu Yiran did not mind calling Director Lu that. He lowered his head and kissed her face. "It was too heavy just now. It's only right to apologize. "    

    

Han Zhiyu gently pushed him away. When her feet touched the ground, she felt sore and weak.    

    

"I will carry you. . . "    

    

"No need. " She didn't even turn her head back to the bathroom. There was even a hint of anger in her tone, "I can do it myself. "    

    

Lu Yiran was stunned. She was just playing with her temper, so he let her go.    

    

Han Zhiyu's body was sticky. She only felt much more comfortable after taking a shower.    

    

She changed her clothes and came out of the bathroom. Lu Yiran was currently sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed. He had a satisfied expression on his face and there was another cigarette in his hand.    

    

He looked up at her and said, "Come here. "    

    

Han Zhiyu walked up and took away half of his cigarette before she sat down.    

    

"Why do you have Ai Shiqi's recording and video?"    

    

"What I want. . . "    

    

"Lu Yiran, I am seriously asking you this question. "    

    

Han Zhiyu's black eyes stared at Lu Yiran without blinking.    

    

Lu Yiran then lazily adjusted his sitting position and slowly said, "Last time in Paris, when I asked her to meet, I put the bug on her. "    

    

"So you weren't kissing her at that time, but. . . " Lu Yiran's words immediately made Han Zhiyu's thoughts float to that day, so that intimate action in the hotel was just a smokescreen.    

    

Lu Yiran faintly narrowed his eyes, a hint of interest in his eyes, "You followed me that day? You care so much about me?"    

    

"No!" Han Zhiyu subconsciously denied it but she noticed that Lu Yiran's eyes did not believe it and could not help but explain further, "I received news from Wang Ziyue and the others that Ai Shiqi will meet with Qin Xuan there. That's why I rushed over. It has nothing to do with you. "    

    

Throughout the entire process, Han Zhiyu did not dare to look at him. Lu Yiran, on the other hand, looked at her with a loving smile.    

    

"I don't mind being followed by you to show my position in your heart. "    

    

"I already said no. " Han Zhiyu retorted angrily, then suddenly remembered and asked, "But why did you meet her there? Could it be that you also found out?"    

    

Lu Yiran nodded noncommittally. "That's right. I found out, so I deliberately set the meeting place at that hotel. I thought Ai Shiqi would be alerted later, but I didn't expect her to be so bold. Hmph, this can be considered as giving her a lesson. "    

    

Looking at Lu Yiran's angular face, Han Zhiyu felt her heart warm up.    

    

This man was busy in Paris, and he was still helping to investigate her matter.    

    

"Alright, you have finished asking your questions. " Lu Yiran turned his face and looked at her with his bright eyes. "It's time for me to ask you questions. "    

    

Lu Yiran did not take a bath. He only wore a simple and loose shirt. He did not even button up the buttons, revealing a large part of his chest.    

    

His sudden approach made Han Zhiyu feel that her entire body was surrounded by his aura. Under his naked eyes, she felt a wave of panic for no reason. She swallowed her saliva and said, "You. . . What do you want to ask?"    

    

"Before I sent the USB drive back, did you plan to fight to the death with the press conference?" Lu Yiran stared at her without blinking and did not let go of any expression.    

    

He knew exactly what trump card Han Zhiyu had.    

    

That was why when they were in Paris, Chen Tian would always keep an eye on Han Zhiyu's movements.    

    

Lu Yiran reached out and pinched her chin. His thin lips moved slightly. "What is it? Nothing to say?"    

    

Han Zhiyu smiled and shook her head. She said word by word, "No. I only decided to hold the press conference after I received the USB drive. "    

    

Lu Yiran was stunned. He did not know that she was so obedient.    

    

He originally wanted to take the opportunity to punish her, but he did not seem to find a better reason.    

    

She covered Lu Yiran's wrist with her hand, pursed her lips, and said, "Thank you. "    

    

Lu Yiran smiled and withdrew his hand. He crossed his arms over his chest and laid on the sofa behind him. He said slowly, "Zhiyu, do you think you can send me off with just a word of thanks?"    

    

The meaning behind his words was obvious. Han Zhiyu's face was so red that it was about to bleed. Her gaze wandered, "You clearly just. . . "