Chapter 143

Mrs. Lu's three words are like a deep-water bomb, which makes the reporters present confused again.

By the time they are relieved from the shock, Han Zhiyu has gone backstage.

"Wait a minute, Miss Han. Is that true?"

"Miss Han, can you answer us a few more questions?"

……

M the airport in downtown.

Lu also wore a windbreaker and looked cold. If it wasn't for the difficult French customer in the morning, he would have returned home.

Sitting on the black Bentley, he is on his way to Han Zhiyu's press conference.

Of course, along the way, he did not forget to watch her live press conference on his mobile phone.

When he saw the reversal of scenes, the smile at the corner of his mouth gradually deepened.

It seems that his little wife is growing up!

When Lu just arrived at the hotel and came out of the elevator, he saw a wave of reporters.

"Mr. Lu!" A reporter saw that he couldn't wait, "Mr. Lu, do you know what happened at the press conference just now?"

Lu's face was cold and hard, and his words were not emotional, "get out of the way!"

"Mr. Lu, just now Miss Han publicly claimed that she was Mrs. Lu. What do you think?"

The man's steps stopped in an instant.

The cold air around him eased a little. He turned his head and asked, "what did you say?"

Although he has some restraint, but the human front aura is still frightening.

Reporters are no exception, "I..."

"I'm asking you something." Lu also thin lip moved again, "just now you that sentence, repeat again."

Reporter: "Lu, Mr. Lu, just now, Miss Han declared that she was It's Mrs. Lu. What do you think? "

A few sporadic reporters around were waiting for an answer, but they thought Lu was angry, so they all turned and ran away.

There was only one female reporter standing in front of him in a cold sweat, her feet like lead.

Lu also didn't speak immediately. He didn't know what had happened in his mind. His eyes were very deep.

But as long as he didn't speak, the female reporters didn't have the courage to go by themselves.

"Mrs. Lu." Lu Yimei squinted playfully and said to her calmly, "thank you for telling me the news."

Then, regardless of the female reporter, he turned around and left.

After he left, the female reporter was shocked by her cold sweat.

But just now, I don't know if it's an illusion. She vaguely saw Lu Yang's mouth

After Han Zhiyu came out from the backstage, her mobile phone suddenly dropped. She took it out and found that it was a text message sent by Lu.

"Room 501, 20th floor."

"What the hell is this guy up to?" Han Zhiyu muttered and pressed the elevator.

At the moment, Lu is smoking in Room 501. The curtains of the room are tightly drawn, and he doesn't turn on the light.

Hear the voice of Han Zhiyu has opened the door, until her figure appears at the door of the room, stop.

The cigarette in his hand was just finished. He put out the last ring and put out the cigarette end.

"Why don't you talk?" He had a low, dumb smile.

As soon as Han Zhiyu entered the room, he asked suspiciously, "why didn't you tell me when you came back?"

He stood there and didn't move much, as if staring at him quietly for a long time.

She didn't know what he thought. She went in silence for a few seconds, smelled the smoke on him, and saw the ashtray beside him by the light in the curtain.

"So is Lu. Didn't he tell you to smoke less?"

She frowned and said as she stepped forward to throw out the ashtray.

A pain on the wrist, was pinched.

His body was forced to him, and his waist was buckled to death.

The whole person is forced to cling to his chest and has no room to move.

Lu also lowered her head, released her wrist, grabbed her jaw and raised her, breathing with a faint smell of tobacco. "I didn't say that if I didn't smoke, I would do something else, Mrs. Lu."

The three words of Mrs. Lu in an emphatic tone made Han Zhiyu's face feel feverish.

"You let me go first."

This kind of posture made her a little uncomfortable. As soon as she broke free, she was buckled more tightly by him.

The body of the two games is closely separated by the thin coat. The more friction, the more heat.

Finally, Lu raised her directly and pressed her back against the window.

"So is Lu. Let me go..." Han Zhiyu's face was red with blood.

She didn't expect that Lu would do such a thing to herself as soon as she came back.

Lu also pressed her disorderly arm, squeezed her body more tightly, bent her head down and said with a deep smile, "don't you miss me for so many days?"

Han Zhiyu looked up at him with opposite eyes.

The distance between them is just a short distance, and the breath of blending together is terrible.His voice is very light, but the desire in his eyes and the strength of his actions are so visible.

"You Why don't you let me go first? " Han Zhiyu was slightly frightened by his naked confession, and her voice softened a lot. Just now, her instinctive struggle stopped, and her eyes were clear and moist. She looked at him, "I don't struggle, you calm down..."

Lu also bowed his head, thin lips close to her earlobe, the tone was terrible, "Mrs. Lu, you come to tell me, how should I calm down?"

The heat, with a smile, was blown into her ear gallery.

Just now, she swam to her back with her hands tightly pressed, almost holding her in her arms.

Han Zhiyu's fingers tightly tugged at the hem of his shirt around his waist, full of his taste.

In fact, she could still see the fatigue in his eyes. Rao was so tired that he had to come back to see himself.

For this, Han Zhiyu can not say not moved.

Her eyes opened a little, curly eyelashes fell thick shadow.

When she raised her head, her lips slipped gently from his Adam's apple, whether intentionally or unintentionally.

Han Zhiyu did not speak, his forehead next to his chin, looked at a moment, lips again touched up.

Lu Yixiang's body was tense and stiff for a moment. He let his neck leave the position of her lips, and his cold eyes looked at her, "what are you doing?"

She took the initiative to hold his waist and said, "you are not Do you want it? "

And so is Lu

She looked up at him with bright eyes. Her neck was so beautiful that people wanted to kiss him immediately.

He pursed his lips tightly, his eyes became more dark, and there was an emotion that could not be changed, "seduce me?"

"Don't you want to..." Han Zhiyu looked down at the man's obvious swelling reaction, which was a little puzzling.

Lu Yixiang almost wanted to kill her

He held her small face in his big palm, spitting out heat, "do you think you can do it several times? "Yes?"

"What do you want?"

That tone made him feel like a fist on the cotton.

Lu also put his eyes on her suit and said, "it's not specially selected for today's press conference, is it?"

In his impression, he rarely saw her wearing this kind of clothes.