Last time on New Year's Eve, Zhang Yaohui left a deep impression on Han Jue.
Zhang Yaohui is elegant, calm, peugeot, and has a compelling aura, and his career success almost meets all the definitions of a successful man by Han Jue.
Of course, the deepest impression is the eyes of Zhang Yaohui that glanced at him intentionally or unintentionally.
If he meets such a "domineering president" on weekdays, Han Jue can still be neither humble nor arrogant, after all, if he has no desire, he is rigid, and there is no intersection of interests.
But Han Jue, who was holding Zhang Yiman's hand close to her body at that time, couldn't be calm in front of the girl and her father, so she was seen as hairy.
After it was over, I thought I was going to be blocked, but fortunately there was a false alarm.
Just when Han Jue thought that night was the only intersection with Zhang Yaohui, he didn't expect that the program team would have such a link.
If he had understood the process before the revision of our love bar earlier, he would not have been suddenly frightened.
This is the loss of laziness.
"We'll see you sooner or later."
After Zhang Yiman finished speaking, he felt that this sentence was ambiguous, and explained in a panic, "Meeting parents is a fixed part of our show, and every couple has to go through this link sooner or later."
This time, my father also came to New York, and he was going to have a meal with me, but when the director found out, he said that it was better to come to meet the parents in advance. ” "Ah," Han Jue replied weakly.
Suddenly hearing that he was going to see his parents, Han Jue couldn't tell what kind of mood he was in.
The current mood is a little panicked, a little nervous, a bit like a thief who has been caught carrying other people's belongings.
In short, he can't be at ease anymore.
"It's almost noon now, we have an afternoon to pick gifts, uncle, get up quickly, let's go now" Zhang Yiman raised his hand and looked at the watch on his wrist, and after speaking, he stood up, dragging Han Jue's hand and trying to pull him up.
Of course, it can't be pulled.
"Wait, wait, I have something to tell you."
Han Jue said.
Zhang Yiman relaxed his vigilance, and Han Jue took the opportunity to withdraw his arm, squirmed on the sofa, turned around, and lay on the sofa.
Facing the sofa-backed chairs.
Under the action of gravity, his cheeks were deformed when he pressed against the armrests of the sofa, and Han Jue said inarticulately: "Actually, I have the disease that I will die if I am not at home at six o'clock at night." ” Zhang Yiman laughed and laughed.
She was probably pleased, and if the uncle didn't feel anything for her, then there was no need to be nervous about it.
"I have to go," Han Jue said in a sullen voice.
"Of course.
Tell your dad about it, I'll take you to see him," Zhang Yiman squatted on the edge of the sofa and patted Han Jue's hand and said.
"Okay," Han Jue probably figured out that he couldn't avoid this matter, so he could only accept it.
But for things you don't like, you can put it off for a while, "Let's go later, let me prepare, about two hours of preparation."
I don't have the energy right now, and I need to get some sleep. ” "Hmph."
She thought he was shy.
"Recharge your batteries" Zhang Yiman suddenly threw himself on Han Jue's back.
"Uh" Han Jue let out a muffled snort suddenly, his squinted eyes suddenly widened, and he was startled by this operation and unfolding.
Zhang Yiman rested his chin on Han Jue's shoulder precisely, looked at Han Jue who was close at hand like a kitten, exhaled like an orchid, and his slightly rapid breathing seemed to be all on Han Jue's face, and his hair fell on Han Jue's neck and face, making Han Jue suddenly stiffen.
He took a deep breath, but felt the oxygen levels around him drop dramatically.
And the moment that familiar fragrance invaded Han Jue's nasal cavity, Han Jue almost fell into the chaos of consciousness with a conditioned reflex.
Different from the previous hug in the amusement park, this time the physical contact, the person is still the same person, but the state of mind is no longer the state of mind at that time.
Both of them took off their coats at this time, without the hindrance of the down jacket, Han Jue only felt that the light warmth behind him almost made him breathless, even if he had all kinds of wit, it was all useless at the moment.
"What are you doing" Han Jue's eyes couldn't move, and the afterglow was a wine red.
His throat was unusually dry, and he asked a rare question that would have been criticized as nonsense by him before.
It's obvious what Zhang Yiman is doing.
"I'm charging you" Zhang Yiman was also shy, lying on Han Jue's back, with a small face blushing but trying his best to look serious.
Take a deep breath and feel satisfied.
Since the last time she hugged Han Jue, she has been greedy for the smell of Han Jue.
In fact, she herself was confused, just when she saw Han Jue lying on her stomach like a child and refused to get up, she had an urge to hug this shy uncle.
God has already acted That's the result of the body moving faster than the brain.
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It's too embarrassing, Zhang Xiaoman, Zhang Yiman bit his lip.
What if Uncle Yi thinks I'm a strange person?
Don't you think I'm frivolous?
In order to prevent Han Jue from thinking that she was a frivolous weirdo, Zhang Yiman racked his brains at this moment to think of reasons and try his best to rationalize his behavior.
For example, it's all like that on TV, the male protagonist is tired, and the heroine can lift the other party's spirits with a hug.
Then she'll give it a try.
By the way, the director also said that they should be like couples, where do normal couples hug and worry about this and that Also, other couples have been hugging their backs hundreds of times, and their pair is making the slowest progress.
Anyway, I hugged it last time at the amusement park, so it doesn't matter if I hug it again She was ten centimeters away from Han Jue's ear, and said softly: "Well, encourage you and cheer you up."
After this on TV, it is very effective. ” Zhang Yiman's tone is glutinous, as if he can stick to a person's heart.
Sound is an intangible asset that should be carefully exploited, but is often overlooked.
There is no doubt that Zhang Yiman is a rich man who has developed his voice to the extreme.
Since Han Jue came into contact with music, he has become more and more demanding about sound.
And Zhang Yiman's voice fell on his ears, as if he was massaging his ears and mind.
"Don't just learn TV."
Han Jue didn't dare to turn his head.
I felt like my upward facing ear was about to burn.
"Ah, isn't it effective" Zhang Yiman said, his jaw moving, making Han Jue's shoulders itch.
"Whether it has an effect or not, it's not something that can be imitated casually."
"I want my uncle not to be afraid, my dad is not scary at all" Next door.
Monday's room.
"Bang dang", "pop", "hiss", "ah" Various voices rang out one after another.
Zhou Zhou Bo took a deep breath and popped the disposable paper cup in his hand.
Director Wang exclaimed in girlish surprise, covered his mouth, and looked at the two people on the screen with his eyes wide open almost with all his might.
The screenwriters shook their bodies excitedly, breathed heavily, twisted their shoulders, and just wanted to curl themselves up.
Guan Yi went to see Sister Qin for the first time, and Sister Qin exhaled weakly and rubbed her cheeks with two fists.
She felt that the stupid girl was ambitious, and her head nodded quickly when she told her, and she turned around after a while and left it behind, she couldn't control it anyway, so let this girl and her father take care of it.
"Is there any effect" Zhang Yiman questioned Han Jue, biting his lip lightly, looking at Han Jue's eyes became charming at this moment.
"I'm not afraid, you go down quickly."
Han Jue propped up a little and wanted to shake Zhang Yiman down.
"Then have you become a little stronger" Zhang Yiman fixed his body, did not give up, and was well versed in the tactics of the enemy retreating and advancing.
Very naughty.
"You get out of the way."
Seeing Han Jue so shy, Zhang Yiman seemed to have turned on some switch, but became bold, lying on Han Jue's back and swaying: "Is there any?"
Han Jue was so panicked that he almost got up and sat down, and hurriedly stopped: "Yes, yes."
Go down, go down, go down. ” "Then let's go out and buy gifts now," Zhang Yiman asked.
"Okay, go now, go now, go now."
Han Jue is now no matter what Zhang Yiman asks, he will probably say yes.
Zhang Yiman wrinkled his nose triumphantly, proudly supported Han Jue's back, and sat up.
Han Jue felt the warmth from leaving, and his back was light, so he didn't dare to lie on his stomach anymore, and immediately sat up straight.
"Hey, hey."
Zhang Yiman smirked at Han Jue.
Han Jue was helpless, and he didn't know what to say about her.
In the end, Han Jue just pretended to look at Kong's wrist and said, "It's time for dinner, what do you want to eat for lunch?"
"I want to eat meat stupidly," Zhang Yiman almost said that he missed his mouth. t21902181t21902181