The air in the car was suddenly quiet, and neither of them spoke. Han Ziyu was temporarily emptying his head after handing over the work, and his body was also relaxed, and his whole body leaned softly on the comfortable co-pilot of the private car, looking ahead.

Zhao Xiaoman also quieted down because she knew that after the man next to her had dealt with the tail left by him from his work in Huaqing City, the reason for coming back became less pitiful, which meant that the opportunity for her to see him would become very rare.

Although Han Ziyu is now next to him, the emptiness and longing of separation now occupy the mood of this poor girl.

After a while, Han Ziyu finally found that there was something wrong with the woman next to him, although Zhao Xiaoman was not a chatter who would talk about himself, but there was rarely such silence when the two of them got along, he couldn't help but look at the woman next to him, and was suddenly surprised to find that her eyes were filled with tears.

"Xiao Man, pull over!" Zhao Xiaoman's expression made Han Ziyu suddenly panic, Han Ziyu knew that this woman of his looked weak, but in fact, she was still very strong in her heart, and she had never shed tears in front of her. Now that he didn't pay attention to Zhao Xiaoman, he cried silently, which made Han Ziyu feel unspeakably distressed.

"Ahh

"It's not what's wrong with me, it's what's wrong with you... Why are you crying?" Han Ziyu was distressed and a little angry, he didn't know what he was thinking when he was driving, what if he wasn't there?

Zhao Xiaoman was already a little uncomfortable in his heart, and he was sternly questioned by Han Ziyu, and if his mind was not understood, he was even more aggrieved in his heart, and his tears were even more cheerful.

Seeing Zhao Xiaoman like this, the trace of sternness in Han Ziyu's heart disappeared without a trace in an instant, leaving only a full of distress. I couldn't help but reach out and put my hand around the shoulder of the girl in the driver's seat, let her lean on herself, and comforted her silently.

This cute girl doesn't cry even when she cries, as if she is afraid of hurting others. After a long time, the twitch of the girl's shoulders calmed down, but she still lay on the man's chest and silently felt the man's body temperature.

At first, Han Ziyu didn't think of why, but with this woman in his arms, he gradually guessed why Zhao Xiaoman was suddenly sad. The softness in my heart is even greater, and the arm holding the woman is tighter.

"Don't be sad, even if it's for you, I'll come back often, if you want me, you can come to me" Han Ziyu spoke softly and whispered to the woman.

Speaking of which, he has lived for so many years, and there have been many women, and it is the first time that the two of them have quietly hugged each other like this. I can't help but blame myself for not being good enough for them, and I'm glad that I can meet these such good women.

Zhao Xiaoman, who was comforted, gradually recovered, although he was still about to part, but his heart was already full of the man who held him.

couldn't help but lean on the man's chest and sprinkle coquettishly, talking about his grievances and fears, so that Han Ziyu could only listen to the helpless nodding yes. This can't help but make the woman even more intense, and she speaks more energetically, as if she wants to enjoy all the tenderness.

Looking at the clingy woman with the kitten in her arms, the corners of her eyes still carried the tears left by the pear blossoms with the rain just now, and she was extremely pitiful in her heart, and couldn't help but pick up the still naughty woman from the cab and put it on her lap.

"In order to keep you from thinking about it after I'm gone, it looks like I'm going to have to do something about it. Han Ziyu suddenly reversed the gentleness just now, and his expression suddenly became serious, like the serious appearance when they were chatting about work before, but there was also a little banter hidden under this expression that Zhao Xiaoman didn't notice.

Facing Han Ziyu, who suddenly changed his expression, Zhao Xiaoman obviously didn't react, and was stunned when he sat on the man's lap. Then he was kissed on the lips by the man under him, and the woman who had just been in the mood like she had experienced a roller coaster had no ability to resist such a passionate kiss at all, and she tried to respond before she had time to think.

Saliva passed back and forth between the four lips, and the dexterous tongues were also chasing each other, Zhao Xiaoman, who was originally used to passivity, suddenly became active at this time, which made Han Ziyu lying on the seat a little surprised, and responded more enthusiastically The rising enthusiasm of the two people seemed to burn the two of them, and they could only keep taking off their clothes, as if they could make themselves feel better.

But once the fire burns out, how can it be easily cooled down without going through a tumbling process. Both of them were constantly groping, groping each other's bodies, more carefully than ever before, and the temperature brought by the skin-to-skin blind date made both of them moan.

The movements of the two people gradually became violent, and the seats began to make a "squeak" sound, but fortunately, the window glass of this car has a film, which completely hides the boundless spring color inside, and only the car is still shaking alone.

In the carriage after shaking for a long time, the smell of passion has not completely dissipated, and the two people snuggled up to each other and whispered considerate words.

"Now you know that you are my woman, you will be mine for the rest of your life, and you can't escape if you want to. It sounds a little domineering, even with a hooligan atmosphere, but Han Ziyu knows that his woman needs such domineering words to give her a sense of security, let her know that her body has been firmly branded by herself, and her heart belongs to her. This is a love sentence, but why not a promise?

* Later, Zhao Xiaoman's face still had no complete retreat, and he had no strength to resist the man's domineering language, so he could only accept his fate, and arched even harder in the arms of Han Ziyu, and he was weak: "Whatever you want." However, the arm holding the man's neck tightened, and the corners of his mouth quietly hooked up a smile.

"It's too tight, I can't breathe, let go, I'm going to get dressed......"