CEO's Beloved Sweetheart

0Things were getting better and better, and Feng Xueqing was getting happier and happier. It was obvious that things were getting closer and closer to what she expected.    3

    

In about half a month's time, the plaster on her leg had already been removed, and her leg had almost recovered.    

    

Previously Feng Xueqing was worried that Han Zhiyu would bring up the matter of leaving again but after interacting with her for a period of time, their impression of each other had improved a lot and she did not mention the matter of leaving. This seemed to have become a silent hint.    

    

"Little Yu. "    

    

Feng Xueqing decided to add fuel to the fire once more.    

    

After lunch, Feng Xueqing brought Han Zhiyu into the kitchen and made a pot of tonic soup.    

    

Two hours later, Han Zhiyu saw the finished product and took a bite. Her eyes were completely mesmerized and she was very satisfied.    

    

"You gave this to Yiran?"    

    

"I. . . "    

    

Han Zhiyu heard that she wanted to give this to Lu Yiran and her face changed a little. Seeing the other party's expectant look, she softly asked, "Auntie Feng, this is not good, right?"    

    

"What is not good about it! Yiran will definitely be very happy. "    

    

"Really?"    

    

"Of course. I believe in Auntie. "    

    

"But, I'm afraid. . . "    

    

Han Zhiyu took the thermos, but she still wanted to say something.    

    

Although Lu Yiran had been very disciplined during this period of time, if she gave it to him right under his nose. . . If he. . .    

    

"Don't worry, I'll be there in a while. He won't dare to do anything to you. "    

    

Having received Feng Xueqing's promise, Han Zhiyu felt slightly at ease. She was also afraid that rejecting again would hurt Feng Xueqing's heart, so she pursed her lips and nodded.    

    

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"Miss Han. "    

    

After getting off the car, the staff at the front desk led her into the elevator.    

    

He heard that Lu Yiran's company's headquarters was in Paris, but when he saw it with his own eyes, he was shocked.    

    

Everyone in the company was working seriously, and no one noticed her arrival.    

    

She was like a high-speed and precise robot.    

    

"Madam, Director Lu just left for something. You can wait in the office. " Chen Tian came out to welcome Han Zhiyu and brought her to the CEO's office.    

    

"Chen Tian, just call me Miss Han. " Han Zhiyu looked embarrassed. "Since he is not here, I will go first. "    

    

"Husband. Han, Miss Han, Director Lu will be back very soon. "    

    

It was rare to see Han Zhiyu taking the initiative to look for Director Lu. Chen Tian would let her stay no matter what.    

    

After all, they were happy to see Han Zhiyu forgive Director Lu and accept him again.    

    

As he spoke, he opened the door of the CEO's office.    

    

He took the thermos from her hand and placed it on the coffee table.    

    

"I'll go make you some tea. "    

    

After saying that, she went out before Han Zhiyu could say anything.    

    

Han Zhiyu swallowed her words of refusal and could only walk to the sofa and sit down to wait.    

    

When Chen Tian came in to pour tea, Han Zhiyu still felt that waiting was not appropriate. Just as she was about to suggest leaving, she was suddenly interrupted by the sound of the door opening.    

    

Han Zhiyu could not help but look at Lu Yiran and saw him walking in.    

    

Chen Tian also consciously turned around and left.    

    

"Auntie Feng asked me to give you some freshly boiled soup. "    

    

When Han Zhiyu saw Lu Yiran, although it was no longer the same as before, full of pressure.    

    

However, it would be difficult to face him normally.    

    

"En. "    

    

Lu Yiran glanced at Han Zhiyu and walked over.    

    

Han Zhiyu was about to turn around and leave.    

    

"Give it to me. "    

    

She stopped in her tracks. His words were like an imperial edict that was difficult to resist.    

    

Han Zhiyu turned her head to look at him but did not move. After all, she was in the same space as him and was still somewhat uncomfortable.    

    

But without giving Han Zhiyu any time to hesitate, Lu Yiran arrived in front of Han Zhiyu in two or three steps.    

    

His wrist was suddenly grabbed and a force hit Han Zhiyu. Han Zhiyu was pulled over.    

    

The force was so strong that it hit the tea table beside her. The thermos on the table rolled on the ground.    

    

"Soup, hmm. . . "    

    

Han Zhiyu was about to receive it with one hand but her body was held in Han Zhiyu's big hand.    

    

The vacuum flask had already landed in Lu Yiran's hand and was placed back on the tea table.    

    

When she was relieved, her slender body had already been placed on the sofa by the side and was imprisoned in his breath.    

    

Lowering her head, her thin lips precisely pressed against her lips.    

    

Her eyes widened as she looked at the enlarged face in front of her. This kind of intimacy was the second time since the last intimate kiss.    

    

Lu Yiran's lips swept across her lips as he wickedly swept his lips in all directions.    

    

The fiery hot kiss didn't leave any room for her. She pressed forward step by step.    

    

Han Zhiyu was pressed down there and felt that the air in her lungs was getting thinner and thinner.    

    

"The taste is not bad. "    

    

When the kiss ended, Han Zhiyu's legs were already weak.    

    

She heard Lu Yiran's hoarse voice, which carried a trace of evil.    

    

"Let go. "    

    

He was breathing heavily.    

    

Arms, pull.    

    

Han Zhiyu's legs went weak. She trembled and placed her hands on the sofa to stabilize her body and stand up.    

    

A kiss was too intense.    

    

Due to lack of air, after being able to breathe again, she gasped for air and her chest heaved up and down.    

    

After finally calming his breath, he looked up at the man who was drinking a mouthful of soup.    

    

His eyes stared at him as if he was staring at a prey. The taste in his mouth was not bad. He could not tell whether it was his taste or the soup that was sent over.    

    

His words, which were unknown, caused his face, which was already red due to lack of oxygen, to become even more charming.    

    

Han Zhiyu's eyes were even more profound as she put the thermos in her hand to the side.    

    

The distance that they had left was suddenly shortened again.    

    

Han Zhiyu finally recovered her senses and when she felt that Lu Yiran was about to approach again, her body tensed and she said reflexively, "Before I agree, you can't touch me. You promised Auntie Feng. "    

    

However, just as her voice faded, she fell into Lu Yiran's confinement again.    

    

Her lower jaw was lifted up and she was forced to meet his dark eyes that were stained with desire. She looked deeply at her.    

    

His body was tightly attached to her body, clearly telling her that his desire at this moment. . .    

    

Han Zhiyu was pressed against and could not move even if she wanted to, let alone escape.    

    

Lu Yiran lowered his head slightly and his breath approached. As they breathed, they intertwined. He pressed against Han Zhiyu's lips and whispered, "Who said I agreed? Even if I agreed. . . . I only agreed not to do it with you. "    

    

Not doing it did not mean that they could not kiss or touch each other.    

    

" You. . . Hmm. . . "    

    

Han Zhiyu's protest was swallowed by Lu Yiran once again.    

    

A large hand moved on her body and slowly grabbed her hand, pressing it towards an unspeakable place.    

    

Han Zhiyu was shocked. When her hand pressed on it, her face changed.    

    

Without hesitation, he opened his mouth and bit down. His tongue avoided it but it made her bite his lower lip. Lu Yiran, who was in pain, did not retreat immediately. Instead, there was a fishy smell of blood spreading between his lips and teeth.    

    

The aura around him suddenly became gloomy.    

    

Looking at Han Zhiyu's eyes, the eroding aura became stronger.    

    

Han Zhiyu instinctively reacted and pulled her hand back when he was bitten.    

    

There was fear in her eyes as she suddenly felt overly intimate.    

    

"I. . . "    

    

Han Zhiyu felt Lu Yiran's gaze and became even more gloomy.    

    

She was shocked in her heart.    

    

At this moment, he was more like a beast that had been provoked. He could tear apart the little animal that had provoked her at any time.