CEO's Beloved Sweetheart

When Han Zhiyu felt that she was being carried, her teeth were not clear anymore.    

She could not walk in now and needed Hee Yuanze to help her. When she was carried up, she wanted to insist on walking, but suddenly she felt dizzy in the air and her body softly leaned into his arms.    

The person who was in a daze was placed on the bed.    

"It's uncomfortable. . . "    

Han Zhiyu frowned and shook her head left and right. She felt a pair of gentle big hands helping her to pull the blanket. Her hands stopped above her chest and did not move for a long time.    

The curtains had been pulled up to block the moonlight outside. There was only a lamp on the bed in the bedroom. In the dim light, she seemed to have seen Lu Yiran. Her lips hurt and she blinked hard in pain. Under the hazy vision, she only felt that in front of her was a tall man's body. When she tried to open her eyes to look, it was blocked by the shadow that leaned down.    

Then the pain on her lips was gently licked by a soft touch, as if she was trying to please him.    

Han Zhiyu only felt that her mind was blank and all her feelings were concentrated on her lips. As the strength of the other party's licking increased, she could feel something slipping into her mouth and wrapping around her tongue.    

She subconsciously shook her head to resist and wanted to push that invader like thing out but was instead hooked by the other party, stirring up the sound of water that made people blush and their hearts beat.    

It was only when she groaned in protest against her discomfort that the other party forgave and left, shifting their destination.    

When that moist softness slowly moved from her face to behind her ears, Han Zhiyu's body gradually became soft and had a slight tremble.    

Suddenly a wet and hot lick came from her ear and Han Zhiyu immediately felt half of her body go numb. Her entire body passed through a trembling electric current and she unconsciously let out a sweet moan.    

She felt the movements of the people on her body stiffen and then she heard a loving laugh beside her ear. It was low and sweet.    

Perhaps because of her reaction, the people on her body began to concentrate fire energy on the skin on her ear. They kissed, licked, and even lightly bit, and every time they were careful and pious.    

Han Zhiyu immediately felt that the skin seemed to have been burned by the fire, but that hot feeling flowed through her ears all over her body.    

It made her feel as if she was in a raging fire.    

The familiar feeling made Han Zhiyu believe that the man on her body was Lu Yiran, because only he knew her sensitive points, and only he knew how to use this move to attack her weak points and pull her into the vortex of lust.    

"Lu, Lu Yiran. . . "    

She was like a fish on the verge of death, opening her mouth and moving.    

At this moment, Hee Yuanze had completely occupied his brain with lust. With the catalysis of alcohol, he was deeply immersed in it.    

His lips were pressed against her smooth skin, like a person in the desert who had found a water source. He just wanted to drink to ease his burning desire.    

Moreover, the other party's reaction just now had given him a huge boost, making him even more committed to finding a second sensitive point.    

Hee Yuanze heard Han Zhiyu's moan beside his ear. He lifted his head, which was buried in her neck, and looked at Han Zhiyu with deep affection.    

At this moment, Han Zhiyu's face was not clear whether it was because of love or alcohol. Her face was flushed red and her eyes were slightly narrowed. Her eyes were filled with watery light. It was already chaotic inside and there was no trace of clarity.    

This unguarded appearance made Hee Yuanze's heart soften. He lowered his head and wanted to press his lips on hers again.    

"Lu Yiran, no, don't. . . "    

Hee Yuanze stopped moving. He put his hands on both sides of Han Zhiyu's head and stopped above her.    

"Lu, Lu Yi. . . "    

There was still the fragrance of red wine in his muttering, but Hee Yuanze felt that the emotions in his body had completely disappeared with the word "Lu Yiran. " The darkness in his eyes had also disappeared and returned to normal.    

The lights in the entire room were still ambiguous, but Hee Yuanze had already stood up from Han Zhiyu's body. He stared at the side of her face that was still drunk and sighed softly.    

He reached out and tidied her messy collar, then picked up a thin blanket to cover her body.    

He saw Han Zhiyu's furrowed brows gradually relax. Her short and rapid breathing also calmed down, and she fell asleep.    

Hee Yuanze's eyes were filled with intense emotions. When Han Zhiyu called Lu Yiran's name in her emotional state, it was like a basin of cold water had been poured over him from head to toe, and it was cold to the bottom of his heart.    

As the saying goes, the person in the situation is confused. The bystander is clear. Perhaps even Han Zhiyu herself did not know how deep her feelings for Lu Yiran were.    

Hee Yuanze smiled bitterly and shook his head. He turned around and left.    

The next morning, Han Zhiyu woke up from a hangover. Her head was still a little muddled.    

She slowly sat up from the bed and pressed on her swollen temples.    

"Oh. . . "    

A sharp pain came from her brain, bringing along a wave of dizziness.    

The strong dry feeling in her throat made her swallow her saliva. She subconsciously turned around and thought of the cabinet beside the bed to find water to drink.    

After drinking two large glasses of water, her thirsty feeling finally eased up a little.    

Shaking her head, she walked out of the bedroom and only then did she notice a bowl of porridge, side dishes, and sobering soup on the small wooden table near the window.    

Last night, because she was in a bad mood, she asked Hee Yuanze to buy wine for her. When she drank it, she immediately became drunk.    

Vaguely, she was carried onto the bed. As for what happened after that, she did not really remember.    

"Hee Yuanze. . . "    

The sound of the empty room echoed, and no one answered.    

Han Zhiyu lifted her foot and walked towards the small wooden table by the window. There was a small note under the sobering soup. She picked it up and wrote, "Drink the soup while it's hot. I'm going to the airport. "    

Seeing the hot sobering soup, Han Zhiyu knew that Hee Yuanze had not left for long.    

She stared at the bowl of soup thoughtfully and her mind was full of thoughts.    

Although she did not have a clear memory of last night, she seemed to mistook Hee Yuanze for Lu Yiran and then what she did. She had no impression of him at all.    

Fortunately, when she woke up this morning, there was nothing unusual except a headache.    

After all, it was so easy to cut off her relationship with Lu Yiran. She had not thought about having a relationship with another man for the time being. This was also the reason why she had indifferently refused Hee Yuanze.    

Just as her mind was wandering, the sound of a whistle suddenly came from outside the window. It turned out that Aa Wei had come to pick her up.    

There was no time to think. She immediately packed up and got into the car.    

After arriving at the villa, she carried a pot of flower tea as usual and walked towards Feng Xueqing's room.    

When she opened the door, she found that there was no one inside.    

She lifted her foot and looked at the flowerbed by the window. Sure enough, she saw Feng Xueqing sitting there.    

It was different from the past. Feng Xueqing's clothes and hair this time were obviously meticulously dressed up. Her usually clean face was also painted with faint makeup. Her smile was brilliant, which further highlighted her good mood.    

In front of her stood a man in a black suit. His tall and straight figure was facing Han Zhiyu with his back facing her.    

Han Zhiyu fixed her eyes on him and felt that his back had an indescribable sense of familiarity. But considering that Feng Xueqing was still waiting for tea, she also hurried downstairs.    

Along the way, she met two maids whispering as they walked past her.    

"Why did Young Master suddenly return to Paris? Doesn't he usually only come at the end of the month?"    

"I don't know. Maybe it's because of work. Anyway, as long as I'm happy. "    

"Speaking of which, although young master often doesn't smile or smile, he's still as handsome as ever. "    

"What is it? You're not having an affair right now, are you?"    

"What are you talking about. . . "    

. . .    

The two of them walked past Han Zhiyu in whispers and only then did Han Zhiyu understand that the person was actually Feng Xueqing's son.    

Without any doubt, Han Zhiyu continued to walk forward with the flower tea. At this moment, the back of the man blocked Feng Xueqing's line of sight. The two of them were focusing on their conversation and did not notice her.    

Just as she was about to give a reminder, the man's familiar voice drifted to her ears. Immediately, it was as if she was splashed with a basin of ice water from head to toe. She froze on the spot and almost could not hold the flower tea in her hand.