Mr. Han locked the door and turned on a small yellow light that was romantic. Coupled with the luxurious style of the master bedroom and the princess bed, it was very stimulating.
Mr. Han put on his pretty face and slightly opened his red lips and said, "Brother Zhang, something suddenly occurred to me."
"Say." Zhang Ruoyu opened the curtains like a spy and looked down at the entire Han family courtyard.
"All my bedding has been moved to Happiness." Mr. Han rolled his eyes and said slyly. "There are no sheets or quilts for you to make the floor."
"Oh." Zhang Ruoyu said calmly, "Then we won't lay the floor."
Before Mr. Han could reluctantly agree, Brother Zhang said again: "You sleep on the sofa."
"——"
Mr. Han's beautiful face was a little distorted and he said firmly: "This single sofa in the house is too short. Where can I fit my long legs?"
"That's easy to say." Zhang Ruoyu put the chair on the dressing table next to the sofa and said calmly, "Put your feet on the chair. The length is just right."
Mr. Han almost turned his face on the spot, his pretty face turned pale with anger.
What do you mean? I don’t have infectious diseases, I’m not dirty, and I have a damn hot body.
You don’t want to take advantage of it at all?
are you a man?
Or - is it really like what Brother Zhang said? Although I have never touched it, I am tired of watching it and have lost my appetite?
Mr. Han fell into deep thought and reflected on himself.
Strictly speaking, when she looked at Brother Zhang's chest and abdominal muscles recently, they were not as exciting as before. She always felt that they had seen too much, were not fresh, and the shape was the same, and even tended to become smaller.
Isn’t it right? In less than three months, the passion has faded and the left hand touches the right hand?
People say that love has a shelf life of three months.
How can I talk about love between myself and Brother Zhang? Even having an affair is a bit exaggerated.
Ding dong.
Just then, the phone rang.
It was a WeChat message from the little old lady.
"how's it going?"
Mr. Han secretly changed the little old lady's note to Dai Meng and replied: "The situation is very tense. He keeps peeking at my butt and his eyes are bloodshot."
After sending the WeChat message, Mr. Han glanced at Brother Zhang who was standing in front of the window with his back to him, looking at the scenery outside the window.
"Is there something wrong with this kid? Why are you just looking at your butt? You're showing off your amazing figure except for your butt!"
The little old lady seemed more anxious than Mr. Han.
"You're still showing off? My glance almost took his soul away. How else could he take such a big risk to come to my room tonight?" Mr. Han curled his lips and replied to a WeChat message coldly and arrogantly.
"Then what do you think? Sleep tonight?" Mrs. Han was a little unsure of her precious granddaughter's thoughts.
"What do you know? There is nothing good about a man. Once he falls asleep, he immediately likes the new and dislikes the old, and I am nothing." Mr. Han sent a WeChat message coldly.
"Although it makes sense, but -" the little old lady scratched her head and thought about how to continue.
"There are no buts. There are many things that women cannot take the initiative. Once they take the initiative, it will be cheap and worthless. If you want to manipulate a man, you must refuse and welcome him. You must make him scratch his heart and lungs and go completely crazy."
Mr. Han has learned a lot of military art, read a lot of history, and knows men well.
Putting down the phone, Mr. Han turned sideways and propped up his head. Because of the thin clothes, the plumpness on his chest was magnificent.
Coupled with Mr. Han's ascetic and cool temperament, it's very cool.
"Brother Zhang, are you going to sleep?"
The single sofa was too short, and half of Mr. Han's long, snow-white legs were resting on the chair, making his movements a little stiff.
Zhang Ruoyu turned around and glanced at Mr. Han, and said calmly: "Okay, go to bed and sleep."
Mr. Han sneered in his heart, as if everything was as she expected.
As long as he flirts a little bit, Brother Zhang will definitely not be able to withstand it.
Climbing onto the soft big bed, Mr. Han lay on the head of the bed, with a deep groove in his chest. His two snow-white thighs were hooked up and swaying from side to side in a cute way. His lower abdomen sucked in, and his buttocks curve exploded.
Both pure and enchanting.
Mr. Han himself couldn't resist this move, let alone Brother Zhang?
Zhang Ruoyu turned his head, glanced at Mr. Han who was not feeling right, and said calmly: "Do you have any wine? Give me two bottles of Lafite to rinse my mouth with."
Upon hearing this, Mr. Han jumped up and helped Brother Zhang get the wine.
She even kindly helped him pry it open.
But he was thinking in his mind: This bastard usually talks a lot, but when he really wants to practice, he has to rely on wine to cheer him up? What a coward.
But Mr. Han has already thought about it.
Whenever Brother Zhang dares to cross the threshold, he will immediately turn a straight face, displaying the aura of an iceberg boss, and coldly reject him.
Let Brother Zhang scratch his heart and lungs and handle it hard.
"Would you like me to have a drink with you?" Mr. Han looked charming, even more charming under the dim light.
He is simply a charming little fairy.
"No." Zhang Ruoyu didn't even ask for the wine glass and blew directly into his mouth, not giving Mr. Han a chance to drink.
Mr. Han was a little suffocated.
How boring is it to drink alone?
Aren't you happy to have a beautiful iceberg drink with you?
Seeing Mr. Han's sullen face, Zhang Ruoyu slowly sat on the single sofa and said calmly: "Okay, stop filling your head with dirty thoughts and go to bed quickly."
Mr. Han was about to fight back, but Brother Zhang's face was full of murderous intent: "Do you know how much explosive power I have accumulated in my muscles? It really made me anxious. How can your little body bear it?"
When Mr. Han heard this, his delicate body trembled.
Apart from anything else, just the explosive power of Brother Zhang in twisting the sheets makes Mr. Han scared just thinking about it.
Turning around, he got excited and turned into a man with a human face and a beast heart. While forcing himself to do things, he strangled his neck with both hands and played a perverted suffocation trick...
"Good night!" Mr. Han was afraid of setting himself on fire and did not dare to get angry again.
