Chapter 698
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Han Zhuoli's birthday passed in such a warm and peaceful way.
But this was his first time eating the handmade longevity noodles that Lu Man made for him. The two of them did not even go to the dining table, but sat on both sides of the narrow bar counter.
Lu Man looked at him with a smile.
The decorative lamp hanging above the bar counter gave off a warm light, bringing the two of them together.
Lu Man rested her chin on her hand, smiling as she watched Han Zhuoli eat the noodles.
Han Zhuoli felt that this birthday was more lively than any of his previous birthdays.
In this dim light, it was as if there was only him and Lu Man in this small world, and it was a peaceful scene.
He remembered that Lu Man's birthday was on December 16th, and it was coming soon.
When they returned to the room at night, Lu Man was cleaning up when Han Zhuoli pestered her. "Where's my birthday present?"
He did not look like he was here for a birthday present. His breath was all over her neck and earlobe. "Did you treat yourself as a birthday present?"
Han Zhuoli's hands circled around her waist from behind and pressed against her lower abdomen. "I want to open my present."
"I prepared a birthday present for you!" Lu Man quickly blocked him, not letting him move.
She ran out herself.
After a while, she ran back with a long box in her hands.
"Birthday present." Lu Man handed the box to Han Zhuoli.
Han Zhuoli opened it. It was a fountain pen, and the brand was the one he was used to.
"It's for you to use at work." Lu Man explained, raising her eyebrows at Han Zhuoli. "I still remember the first time Dai Yiran went to the company, she sneaked into your office when you weren't around, picked up the fountain pen you were using, and was about to kiss it. If I hadn't gone in at that time, she would have really kissed it. "
Han Zhuoli laughed. "After I heard you mention it, I threw the pen away."
"Anyway, that incident reminded me. You must carry the fountain pen I bought for you with you at all times. As long as you're writing, use this. Even if there is a woman who is as disgusting as Dai Yiran and wants to secretly write it herself, this pen is a gift from me, so it's different. "
"Alright." Han Zhuoli solemnly put the pen into his briefcase. "I carry it with me wherever I go. I only use this to sign."
Lu Man suddenly glanced at Han Zhuoli. "I'm going to the restroom."
Then, he lowered his head and hurried away. Han Zhuoli was still a little puzzled. He didn't understand what Lu Man's glance meant.
Lu Man gently removed a thin muslin skirt with thin straps that was hidden in the lattice of the bathrobe.
She had secretly ordered it online. God knows how guilty she felt when it was delivered.
At that time, she was in class and Auntie He received the goods at home.
Fortunately, Auntie He never opened the box without permission.
However, when Lu Man came back, she still felt guilty. She felt that the way Auntie He looked at her was different from before.
The muslin skirt was thin and transparent. It couldn't hide anything, but it still had a hazy sense of beauty. It was especially stimulating.
Lu Man uneasily tugged at the skirt. This was even more revealing than what she had seen in the pictures.
Lu Man braced herself and put on the bathrobe before going out again.
"Where did you go?" Han Zhuoli asked curiously.
Lu Man gave Han Zhuoli a seductive smile and walked in front of him. She pointed at the belt of the bathrobe around her waist. "You're not opening the gift?"
Han Zhuoli took a deep breath and got excited. He wanted to pull Lu Man into his arms.
Who knew that Lu Man would dodge first. She knew what he was going to do.
Han Zhuoli blinked his eyes, a confused look on his face.
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