I really don't want to make a choice

"If you like someone, even if you know he doesn't like you, you can still do it without hesitation. Don't you think it shouldn't be admirable?"

Li Qiuzhu answered Han Lang's question with a smile.

"Aunt Zhu, it's really not what you think."

"Actually, if I like someone, I think it's not wrong to say it boldly, or to confess."

"At least I won't leave myself with regrets."

"A person will meet many people in his life, but how many people can really make him fall in love?"

Han Lang first denied the relationship between himself and Xiao Qiuyue, and then he said some of his views on the topic he likes.

"Oh? Then you will confess your love seriously to the person you like?"

Li Qiuzhu took over Han Lang's topic and asked again.

After asking this sentence, the elevator door opened, and the two walked out of the elevator.

"I am more passive."

Han Lang thought for a while and said with a smile.

Yes, he can only flirt with women, and it really made him seriously confess his love to a woman, to say those straightforward voices of love that cannot be more straightforward, Han Lang felt that he lacked courage .

In other words, he felt that he didn't need to express that much.In other words, this is his character.

"You take me to my room."

Li Qiuzhu knew it well, and continued.

"it is good."

Han Lang was originally helping Li Qiuzhu carry the luggage.

Two people were walking in the corridor of the hotel.

Walking to Li Qiuzhu's room, Li Qiuzhu swiped open the door, inserted the key card, and turned on the light in the room.

"The environment is very good, not as bad as you said."

"I think it's pretty good, maybe it's a little worse than the facilities of those star-rated hotels."

Li Qiuzhu walked around the hotel, then said with a smile.

"It's good that you can get used to it, I'll go first."

Han Lang put his luggage away and prepared to leave.

Regarding Li Qiuzhu, he has never had any thoughts.

After all, he still remembers about Seven.

"Ah."

In Li Qiuzhu's heart, he hoped that Han Lang would stay and sit for a while, but he dared not say it.

Sometimes it's not so easy to say when you like someone.

For those who have their own pride, when they are not sure whether the other party likes themselves, how can he or she dare to say so easily.

That's why Li Qiuzhu said that she envied Xiao Qiuyue so much.

Aunt Li Wanhui said that, and grandfather Li Shouyi said that too, which made her heart, which was originally only a little rippling, completely stimulated the germination of love.

Before, she only thought of him as a big boy.

It's just a big boy who deserves to be activated by himself.

Later, she found that he was so wise and intelligent, and she began to look up to him, wanting to make him his confidant.

At that time, she thought he was a little money fan.

Later, she found that no matter how she defined Han Lang, it seemed wrong.

When a woman likes a man, she should not just look at his face, nor should she just look at his wallet.

That kind of liking is somewhat superficial.

When a woman likes a man, she should do it step by step, find countless mysteries in that man little by little, and then savor them carefully.

Li Qiuzhu was like this, she didn't understand how much magic power Han Lang still had.

When he joked to her, "Aunt Zhu, I remembered a poem", and then said that poem with a smirk, she felt an inexplicable sense of happiness after her.

She couldn't forget the cynical and unrestrained feeling when he said that to herself when he opened the car window.

A man molesting a woman does not mean that a woman will definitely hate it. At least a woman who is molested by a man she likes will not hate it, but will be inexplicably happy.

Li Qiuzhu had a lot to say, and wanted to get drunk once, and then tell Han Lang.

But he was so gentle and considerate that he couldn't find an excuse for being drunk.

Grandpa said, as long as Li Qiuzhu likes it, he can boldly do what he wants to do.

Regarding Han Lang, grandpa said that except for his younger age, the young man is his ideal grandson-in-law, but being younger is not a flaw.

There is no rule in this world that a woman must marry a man who is older than herself. Princess Li, the most prosperous Li family, has a lot of capital to marry a man who is younger than herself.No, it should be marrying a man younger than herself! ! !

When the old man said those words, Li Qiuzhu felt that he almost didn't know the old man.

But the old man is the real old man.

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Han Lang walked back to his room and took a shower.

Naked, Han Lang sat on the sofa and lit a cigarette.

Tonight, he didn't want to call any woman.

He just wanted to be quiet for a while.

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Over there, after Li Qiuzhu took a bath, he couldn't sleep no matter how much he lay on the bed.

She turned on the TV, trying to find something to distract herself, but it seemed that the more she did this, the more futile she was.

Li Qiuzhu finally couldn't bear it any longer. She picked up the phone and found Han Lang's phone number.

Then I started editing text messages, edited many, many, and finally deleted them.

Repeated this many times, still not issued.

"Are you asleep? There seem to be cockroaches in this room, can you come over?"

In the end, she finally found an excuse, edited such a text message, and sent it to Han Lang.

After posting, she covered her face with her hands again, as if she felt that she had done something particularly embarrassing.

At the same time, she was waiting for Han Lang's text reply.

After a while, the text message rang.

Li Qiuzhu quickly opened it to take a look.

"Wait a minute, I'll come when I get dressed."

These are Han Lang's original words.

Li Qiuzhu quickly got up from the bed and found a pair of black stockings from the suitcase.

She quickly put on the black stockings.

After looking in the mirror, Li Qiuzhu was very satisfied.

It's really sexy, it's really beautiful.

She dimmed the light in the room, and the atmosphere in the room became ambiguous.

Ding dong, ding dong.

The doorbell of the room finally rang.

Li Qiuzhu was in a nervous mood. If it was said that she was tempting every time before, or deliberately seduced, then she was playing it with fun.

But this time is different, she is playing for real this time.

The real can't be fake, and the fake can't be real.

The same goes for things like feelings.

Li Qiuzhu opened the door, Han Lang was wearing shorts and short sleeves, and the men who had showered were all clean.This is very different from a woman who has taken a shower.

A man like Han Lang, after taking a bath, is the best among men.If you meet the kind of rich woman who likes fresh meat, I'm afraid she can't help but take a bite.

"Aunt Zhu, where is the cockroach?"

Han Lang simply walked into the room, looked around and said.

Li Qiuzhu slammed the door violently, locked it directly, and inserted the bolt.

Han Lang was startled, and quickly turned to look at Li Qiuzhu.

I saw that Li Qiuzhu was wearing an extremely sexy black V-neck pajamas, and the pajamas were still 10 centimeters away from his knees.

The most outrageous thing was that she was wearing high heels and black stockings this evening.

Han Lang panicked.

"Well, Aunt Zhu, what do you want to do?"

Han Lang asked unconsciously.

My Cao, she doesn't like men!

What is she doing like this?She looks like this, trying to force herself to make mistakes!

"Didn't you say last time, let me wear black silk to show you, what's wrong, I will put it on now, are you afraid?"

Li Qiuzhu walked over directly and forced Han Lang to the base of the wall.

Han Lang trembled, what the hell is this?

Li Qiuzhu enjoys this kind of reverse wall, and Han Lang's innocent eyes.

. . . . . . . . .

"Aunt Zhu, did you drink too much?"

Han Lang still has some psychological barriers. Women are beautiful, but their legs are also good.

But something always feels wrong!

This is so sudden!Who can bear this!

"What do you think?"

Li Qiuzhu gently put his mouth close to Han Lang's earlobe, and said in a soft and charming whisper.

The gentle wind blows past the ears, this is probably what people often say about the wind in the ears, right?

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