President Gao Leng's little wife

Xia Yuluo was firmly grasped, dragged a step forward, and was handcuffed to Han Tianyi's side like steel tongs.

Her heart was like eating dirt, and she couldn't make too much movement, because the distance was getting closer, Han Tianyi directly took her hand and put it on his knee.

He was still serious on the surface, but Xia Yuluo was already playing with Xia Yuluo's hands under the table, enjoying himself.

This little woman's hands are not round like other women's hands. They are narrow and slender, but white. The fat little hands are like lotus root buds. There are slight calluses at the tiger's mouth. With soft light, soft and pearly.

Han Tianyi fiddled with her hands, like playing the piano, playing back and forth, happily, and would pinch her slender wrists from time to time.

Holding her small wrist, he tried it out, and felt that this little woman had eaten a lot, but except for the baby fat on her face, she was still a little thin in other places.

But in such a thin body, the voice was powerful. Han Tianyi lowered his eyes and flicked her thumb, feeling very good.

Xia Yuluo turned his head. From the side view, he has thick eyelashes, a straight nose bridge, and two cherry blossom-like lips that are slightly raised upwards, exuding a magical power that makes the heart beat faster.

His skin reminded her inexplicably of snow, the tranquil and transparent snow, and the glacier on his face that never melted, but she felt that this man's heart was like the spring-like fragrance of birds and flowers.

Such a good-looking man, Xia Yuluo couldn't help but excuse him in his heart, such a good-looking man didn't seem like the kind who would casually have such thoughts about other women.

And with Han Tianyi's personality, how could he hold other women's hands casually?

At this time, the meeting took a break, and Xia Yuluo also rested his throat a little, and handed a cup of hot water behind him, steaming.

And Han Tianyi didn't look back, but just handed it over with the other hand.

Xia Yuluo was even more shocked, the manuscript in his hand almost fell to the ground.

Han Tianyi actually gave his drinking cup to other women? !His wife is right outside the door? !
Xia Yuluo, who was out of breath, snatched the cup and took a sip. She didn't know what high-end drink it was.

She took a big sip, but it also relieved the dryness of her throat, and it was not so dry.

She knocked the cup on the table, and deliberately thanked Han Tianyi in a very standard tone: "Thank you, President." It's just that every word sounded like gnashing of teeth.

Han Tianyi finally couldn't help laughing, and lowered his head.

Xia Yuluo was suddenly curious about what Han Tianyi's expression would be when he saw him. If he really had something to do with the translator, he would turn around and see if he would look disappointed.

"It's you..." Han Tianyi looked at himself with a icy face, disappointed. Although his tone was calm, he could hear his disappointment.

She shook her head vigorously, and her heart was pounding wildly, but if Han Tianyi recognized her, what expression would he have when he saw him?
What would it look like inside his pair of starry eyes?
Because Xia Yuluo was nervous, her voice and tone couldn't help shaking.

Han Tianyi noticed her small movements, and all the small thoughts in her heart were clearly fed back to him, but she didn't know it yet.