Lu man's heart trembles fiercely, so he looks at Han Zhuoli.
Can Han Zhuoli see or feel her existence?
"Zhuoli..." Lu man called softly.
At this time, the door of the office was knocked.
"Come in." Han Zhuoli said, then he took back his eyes and continued to work.
Just now, it was just a coincidence.
Then Zheng Tianming came in.
Even though he knew that Zheng Tianming could not see it, Lu man still gave way.
See Zheng Tianming standing in front of Han Zhuoli, "president, tonight's Nanyin Charity Night, this is the money donated in your name."
Zheng Tianming puts the document in front of Han Zhuoli.
It's a strange feeling.
It's all people she knows.
But in this world, she is totally strange.
"Good." Han Zhuoli nodded.
In the evening, Lu man saw Han Zhuoli put on his dress and suit.
Lu man calculates that Han Zhuoli should be 38 years old.
It was more mature than her familiar Han Zhuoli.
There are more silk lines in the corner of the eye.
It turns out that 38 year old is like this.
Lu man can't help but look carefully, relying on Han Zhuoli can't see her, she will carefully observe, careful some unbridled.
Han Zhuoli sat in the car, the driver is still her familiar Xiao Chen.
Zheng Tianming is sitting in the front seat.
While he was opening the door, Lu man came in and sat beside Han Zhuoli.
At night, the lights outside the window are dim, but inside the car is dark and there is no light.
But this does not prevent Lu man from looking at Han Zhuoli's side face.
In the dark, more and more will be his good-looking face highlighted.
"Why haven't you been married yet?" Lu man asked to himself.
Anyway, Han Zhuoli couldn't hear it.
But something strange happened.
Just after Lu man asked, Han Zhuoli suddenly turned his head and looked at her again.
Lu man held his breath.
Han Zhuoli looked at the air for a few seconds and turned his head again.
Lu man is very strange. He seems to feel her, but he doesn't.
But if you can't feel it, why can he capture her exactly every time?
When she touched his face, when she asked him just now, it was the same.
Until arriving at the place of the dinner, Han Zhuoli still didn't walk on the red carpet.
He never liked to walk on the red carpet.
Low key into the banquet hall, in the front of the main table to sit down.
After a while, Chu Zhaoyang, Nan Jingheng, Qi Chengzhi and others arrived.
They all took their wives with them.
On this table, only Han Zhuoli is a loner.
"I'm surprised." Nan Jingheng said, "Zhuo Ge, for so many years, you are not single, and you don't want to look for it. Why are you alone all the time? You said you didn't meet that person, but after so many years, you didn't meet any of them? Is there someone in your heart? "
Han Zhuoli smiles, "it can be said that there is, it can be said that there is no."
"What do you say?" Nan Jingheng asked strangely, "you said you have been waiting, but what kind of person are you waiting for? Do you have a specific image in mind? "
"No Han Zhuoli said, "it can be said that there is a person, because I know that there must be such a person, waiting for me to meet her."
"I can't say why, but I'm just sure there is such a person."