Chapter 82

The back of the car.

Chen Tian drove in front of him and quietly put down the baffle.

Lu's eyes sank a little and glanced at the baffle.

When did he say he needed a baffle?

The brow is always wrinkled tightly, as if it had been incised by a knife.

The girl with her head down and her legs held by him is very disobedient. She is not the type who drinks too much and sleeps well.

One hand held her in place and the other gently pressed her head.

If she kisses me again

Lu Yiwu's face was iron green, and the delicate and drunk camel red was shaking in front of his eyes.

Even if it's held down, it's all kinds of dishonesty.

The thumb moved gently up her chin and stopped on her lips.

Their breathing was intertwined.

"Hot..." Han Zhiyu frowned and gasped unconsciously.

He was hoarse. "I'm hot, too. Be obedient. Be quiet."

The soft hum made him tense all over.

I know that she is unconscious to tease again, or can not avoid anger.

"Zhiyu, you are not allowed to go to that place any more. Do you hear me?"

Drunk Han Zhiyu, did not realize his words.

Humming and groaning, his mouth kept mumbling.

Lu also patiently fixed her head with his hands, and said in a low voice, "do you hear me? If there is another time, see how I punish you! "

"Help me..." She broke free and rubbed her head against his chest

Thinking of what happened just now, Lu also felt a twinge of heartache in his heart.

"Do you dare to drink again next time?"

"No, no more." Han Zhiyu heard the word, and her voice showed a helpless cry.

"Dare you go to that place again?"

"No, never again..."

Lu's tense mood eased slightly, and a kiss fell on her forehead like a reward.

Under this comforting kiss, she calmed down a little, and then she shrank in his arms, and her breath became calm.

He reached down on her back and gently comforted her.

Soon his brow frowned again, "Why are you thin? Haven't you had a good meal these days? "

"Well..."

He hugged her and watched quietly for a while. "Forget it, sleep."

On the other side of the baffle, Chen Tian clearly heard every conversation in the car.

The line of sight turns to Wang ziyue on the co driver's seat. Fortunately, the girl is drunk and sleeps quietly.

Otherwise, the car will be a mess

When the car is parked in a Korean villa, Lu's face is extremely patient, which makes Chen Tian dare not look directly at him.

When she picked Han Zhiyu out of the car, she still vaguely grasped his clothes and said, "hold me."

Lu is also impatient 1 eye, swept the small face in the arms, holding her long legs across the car, "is not holding it?"

Chen Tian

"It's hard. I'm going to come down..."

The cold wind outside the car made her sober.

When Chen Tian was ready to take out a dress, he saw that President Lu had quickly taken off his coat.

"Oh..." Just being put down and held by one hand, Han Zhiyu finally couldn't stand it and vomited out.

Chen Tian seems to see that the end of the world is about to happen in front of him. He runs up quickly and prepares to pull Han Zhiyu apart first.

Who knows, Lu is also in the very difficult to bear after one eye, the fastest time to put the coat on Han Zhiyu's body, continue to hold her up.

"Send someone to deal with it." Lu's voice was cold and frozen. "The one in the car went to find a guest room."

"OK, OK." Chen Tian took out his cell phone almost tremblingly.

Han Zhiyu lay on the toilet and vomited.

The brain hasn't come out of its lethargy yet.

When the body is about to slide down from the edge of the toilet, it is held up by a pair of powerful arms.

Lu also has a gloomy face and says to his aunt, "clean up."

He looked down at the culprit, and his eyes were even colder.

He laid her on the sofa and reached out to untie the dirty clothes outside.

Han Zhiyu's small hand tightly tugged at him, his eyes only opened a silk gap, it can be seen that he was still drunk.

"Hands off." Lu was patient, "or I'll throw you out."

“…… Good

He raised his eyebrows and was surprised by her sudden cleverness.

White as jade's small hand soft prone in a side, her head leaning over, trying to find a comfortable position on him.

"I thought you were not coming..." Han Zhiyu closed his eyes and said to himself, looking especially pitiful.Lu also lowered his head, his dark eyes shining slightly.

Looking at her holding her shirt to balance.

Are you going to take off your own, or his?

"Fool, how could I not come." Lu also looked at her wrinkled face and said lovingly.

She rubbed her thumb on her slightly open lips, lowered her head and began to kiss.

The fragrance of the wine in her mouth gradually deepened.

Because of suffering, Han Zhiyu constantly resists, but Lu also pursues and entangles with his tongue, and does not stop for a moment.

Han Zhiyu felt like she was sealed in a place without windows.

The feeling of suffocation is hard to feel, while the feeling of nausea is also gradually rising.

"Sir, I have..." Aunt came out from the bathroom and was startled to see the two people entangled on the sofa.

But then Han Zhiyu suddenly pushed Lu away.

"Wow..."

There is nothing to vomit in the stomach, all the vomit is sour water.

Lu Teng also stood up, but was still affected, a sour taste spread.

Rao Shi's best interest was interrupted.

"Wash her up, send her to my room and cook a bowl of wake-up soup." After coldly giving the order, Lu took off his clothes and went back to his bedroom to take a bath.

When he came out of the bathroom, he saw Han Zhiyu lying on the bed.

Her pale skin against the black sheet, the whole person appears more delicate.

Xu is because of suffering, delicate eyebrows slightly wrinkled.

"Do you dare to drink in the future?"

Lu also dressed in loose pajamas, gently reprimanded, and then picked up the sobering soup beside the bed edge, picked her up from the bed with one hand, "open your mouth."

"Don't drink..."

"Well behaved, drink won't suffer." Lu Xiaosheng coaxed her.

Either because he was bewitched by the gentle voice, or because he had a headache, Han Zhiyu opened her mouth obediently.

When the soup in the bowl reached the bottom, Lu also took away the bowl.

Looking down, she saw a little soup on the corner of her mouth and sucked it.

Until Han Zhiyu whispered a protest, he was reluctant to leave from her lips.

"Have a good sleep. You'll feel better tomorrow." Lu also lay in the quilt and held Han Zhiyu firmly in his arms.

Under the black night, a good night sleep.