The Long-awaited Mr Han

She did not scold the two girls opposite her but instead poked the sides of Han Zhuoli, who felt a slight pain.

It could be seen that Lu Man was really jealous.

Han Zhuoli immediately rubbed his waist and looked at Lu Man innocently.

He felt very wronged!

He was ordering two drinks on his own and did not call them over.

These two were here to flirt with him, and he had also rightly rejected them.

Why was it that he was the one getting poked?

Domestic violence, huh?

A man who was as stunning as moonlight made such an expression just then.

Lu Man could not hold it in and started smiling. Her pent-up jealousy was gone in a moment.

At this time, the bartender held back his laughter and delivered the two drinks that Han Zhuoli had ordered, one of which was really a red date ginger tea.

Lu Man smiled as she said "excuse me" to the two girls. Han Zhuoli carried the two drinks and followed her as she left.

On the way back, Han Zhuoli said grudgingly, "It was not my fault."

"Who asked you to be so enticing?" Lu Man took the cup of red date ginger tea and took a sip, which made her even more angry.

Han Zhuoli: "…"

This little girl has a big temper now!

***

Of the two of them, one still had a large corporation to manage and the other still had to attend school. Hence, they could not stay out for too long.

After staying for a week, they were ready to head back.

Lu Man calculated. The National Film Academy had commenced school for two days already.

Lu Man packed her luggage at night. She put all the items that she would not use the next morning in the luggage and left the items that would be used outside.

Han Zhuoli had thought of helping, but Lu Man barked at him for disrupting her. When he extended his hand in an attempt to help her, she swatted it away immediately and asked him to stand to one side and do something else. She forbade him from making a mess.

Han Zhuoli thought he was being kind in offering help. How was that making a mess?

It had been only a few days since they'd received their marriage certificate, and yet she was already belittling him like they were an old couple.

Han Zhuoli stroked his face. It couldn't be that this face had no effect anymore, that the little girl was already tired of his looks, right?

Could it be because they were together the whole time in Chengtian?

During these seven days, both of them had been stuck together and never once separated.

This was indeed too dangerous.

Han Zhuoli went to the bathroom and stroked his face while looking at the mirror. He stared at his reflection for half a day.

He had been looking at this face for 31 years and he was still not tired of it. How could Lu Man be tired of it so soon?

Lu Man finished packing both of their clothes and went to the bathroom to get her night cream and other items that would not be used the next morning to store them in the cosmetic bag.

As soon as she entered, she saw Han Zhuoli staring at his reflection in the mirror.

Lu Man: "…"

She had asked him to find something else to do, and here he was, indulging in himself?

At this moment, Han Zhuoli turned around and asked her, "Is my face not good-looking enough?"

Lu Man was taken aback by his question and said without comprehension, "It's good-looking."

"Then are you tired of my good looks?" Han Zhuoli asked further.

"No! What are you thinking?!" Lu Man was confused.

"Then why does it appear that you dislike me?" Han Zhuoli stroked his face. Was his beauty not effective?

Lu Man: "…"

Sure enough, people should not be too free. What was he imagining about?

"I do not dislike you, nor am I bored with your looks." Lu Man held his face. "This face is so good-looking that I would not get bored of it even after looking at it for life."

After she said that, both her hands squeezed his cheeks.

His handsome face was suddenly deformed.

Han Zhuoli: "…"

He held Lu Man's forearm and took her hands down from his face. "I feel like you dislike me already."

Lu Man could not bear to see his childish side. She tiptoed and gave a peck on his lips. "No, no, I do not dislike you."