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?

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.”