Chapter 8: Wearing Her Clothes

"Mr. Lu......"

Wen Suili spit out three words.

Lu Zhan's mobile phone rang again, and the rapid ringtone was even tighter in the incomparably quiet space, as if it was destined that she couldn't talk to him today.

She let go of her tense breath.

The man's fingers holding the steering wheel are well-proportioned and beautiful, slender and well-defined.

Lu Zhan drove with one hand and answered the phone with the other.

"Is there something wrong with me?"

His voice was low, but it didn't lose its original warmth.

Wen Suili didn't have the desire to snoop, so he turned his head very knowingly and glanced out of the car window.

The bustling scenery of the city made her more and more dejected.

All people are high and majestic, including Kang Xing, including Fu Yanli, and the man in front of him, who is the center of power.

The tiredness of last night's all-night swept in.

Before she knew it, she was leaning against the window of the car and fell asleep.

When the call ended, when the car arrived, Wen Suili didn't know it.

My eyes hurt from the wind.

She opened her eyes and woke up in a daze.

I only heard the man say: "Miss Wen, it's dangerous for you to fall asleep in a man's car like this, and you don't have any defense." ”

Lu Zhan was used to being indifferent, and his voice was very thick with sneer.

The interior of the car has long been unthermostatic, and the front windows are still wide open.

Bursts of cold wind hit her body, and her head was still hurting when she woke up, and Wen Suili was directly hit by this powerful cold wind, and she wrapped her clothes.

"There's clothes in the back seat."

She heard it and glanced at it.

A light pink gift bag, delicately packaged.

Wen Suili opened the mouth of the bag, and a dazzling bright red came into view, which was very inconsistent with the light-colored packaging.

Lu Zhan sat in front and smoked.

He flicked the cigarette ash between his fingers and said, "I want to see Xu Lao later, you have no other choice now, either put on and enter the door with me, or just go in like this." ”

Her back was too exposed.

Wen Suili is not the kind of indecisive character.

took it out decisively, and his voice was cold: "Can you trouble Lawyer Lu to borrow a step, I want to change my clothes." ”

There was a muffled sound of a door sliding.

Lu Zhan walked down.

Looking up from her point of view, the man is at least 1.87 meters tall, tall and slender, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, typical inverted triangle.

The suit is very flattering to him, noble and elegant, and if you put it on, you have the temperament to hold court at any time.

Just a few seconds to look at.

Wen Suili put away her gaze and quickly changed her clothes, she clenched her torn clothes with both hands, and didn't put them into the light pink bag, which was obviously bought by Lu Zhan for the woman.

She can tell who she is.

"Knock Knock Knock ......"

Lu Zhan stood at the door and politely slammed the door.

He didn't pull it away directly, and he could see that the man was very self-contained.

For a moment, Wen Suili suddenly felt that since he wanted to save his father, he was entangled with someone as bad as Kang Xing.

She might as well follow Lu Zhan.

"I'm all right."

The addition of a red-eyed skirt and her cold face have an extremely strong visual impact on people.

Lu Zhan stood opposite, frowning slightly.

His lips squirmed: "You're not fit in red." ”

That's right, Wen Suili is only suitable for that kind of light color.

Dressed in such bright red, the whole person gives a cold and dazzling taste.

"Do you have any other bags in your car?"

Lu Zhan followed the voice, saw her hands, both hands were almost unable to pinch them, and thought for a moment: "Go to the trunk and get it yourself, there should be inside." ”