Xia Xiwan turned around and ran up the stairs and into the bedroom.

……

The bedroom.

Xia Xiwan was sitting by the bed. In her mind, Lu Hanting and Hua Rong came from the lawn just now. They didn't know what they were talking about, but they were smiling.

The cool breeze gently blowing, Huarong skirt even rolled over his black trousers, looking intimate and ambiguous.

Today, he brought a woman home.

What is she?

Is that woman his lover?

Xia Xiwan's white fingers twisted her dress, and she was angry and uncomfortable. This feeling made her gasp for breath.

At this time, the bedroom door was pushed open and Lu Hanting came in.

Here he is!

Xia Xiwan raised her eyes and looked at him, "Mr. Lu, are you back?"

Lu Hanting just saw her on the lawn, but she quickly ran upstairs and hid herself in the room. Lu Hanting couldn't help saying, "today I brought a guest back, Huarong, the director of public relations of our company."

It turns out that he is the director of public relations. It's said that all the people engaged in public relations are beauties. They often deal with men, especially men's hearts.

"Oh, I see it."

"What do you think?"

"Pretty face, pretty figure." Said Xia Xi Wan pause for a moment, tone pretended relaxed, but fingers will soon be his dress to wring out, "how, Mr. Lu want to let the director of China become a regular, from lover to girlfriend?"

Lu Hanting picked a heroic eyebrow, and then sighed, "you see I'm not young. You have to draw a clear line with me again and again. Maybe one day when the Xia family's affairs are finished, you'll pack up and run away. I can't live without a woman?"

Xia Xiwan snorted. Can't she live without a woman?

"What's more, you also said that grandma is old and wants to have great grandchildren. I need a woman to give me a son."

His reason can't be refuted by Xia Xiwan. In order to pray for her great grandson as soon as possible, grandma has gone to the temple to eat and chant Buddhism.

Xia Xiwan is a little unhappy with her slender feather.

Lu Hanting came over and looked down at her stuffy little head, then stretched out his hand to pinch her little face, "what's the matter?"

Xia Xi Wan hid, don't let him pinch a face, "you don't touch me."

"What's the matter?" Lu cold Ting low smile voice, fingertips across the gossamer gently pinch to her small face, less than 20 years old girl's small face water lingnen can pinch water.

It feels great.

Xia Xiwan wants to knock down his big hand, but Huarong appears at the door, "cold Ting, you..."

Huarong a face of smile directly a stiff, because she saw Xia Xiwan.

At this time, Xia Xiwan is sitting beside the bed, more like a little girl. Lu Hanting stands tall and upright, one hand in his pants pocket, one hand pinching her face. Her eyes and eyebrows are full of adoration, very like a man in his bones teasing the girl he likes.

Huarong is completely frozen. Lu Hanting in her cognition is a superior person in the shopping mall. She is calm and powerful.

She had never seen him or even dared to imagine that he would have such a side.

Lu Hanting took back his hand, deep narrow eyes fell on Huarong's face, "what can I do for you?"

Just now, his fondness and teasing for the girl seemed to fade away for a moment, and he recovered his usual aloofness. There was no warmth in his eyes when he looked at her.

Hua Rong pulled red lips, "cold Ting, this is?"