She won the divorce lawsuit with Lawyer Huo

In the elevator, several bodyguards surrounded Lu Qian in a circle.

Huo Mingzhu was crowded beside the elevator. She was delicate and delicate, and she had just taken three sleeping pills and had her stomach washed, so she looked delicate.

She rubbed hard against Lu Qian.

The bodyguards were all very fierce and trying to stop her. The little girl felt aggrieved.

Secretary Liu looked at it and laughed.

Lu Qian spoke: "Let her come over!"

Making room in front of her, Huo Mingzhu squeezed to Lu Qian's side. She made a face at the bodyguards. She looked so cute...

Lu Qian couldn't help but think of the small bottle in her bag.

He smiled slightly.

His tired body actually felt much more relaxed. He thought, was this the magic power of a young girl? It can make people relax physically and mentally!

Lu Qian's hotel suite is very large, about 300 square meters.

Inside, there's even a small gym.

He was quite busy. After entering, he ordered the meal to be served, and Secretary Liu went to prepare the meal.

Within half an hour, a sumptuous table of Hunan cuisine was pushed in by the chef. Lu Qian was still reading the documents without raising his head. He just said softly: "Little girls nowadays like to eat spicy food. Do you have any objection?"

Huo Mingzhu shook her head quickly: "No, no!"

How dare she...

The three of them ate together. It was obvious that Secretary Liu was Lu Qian's confidant. He was also very good at controlling the atmosphere during the meal and made some witty remarks from time to time.

Huo Mingzhu can't eat spicy food very well.

After eating a few chopsticks, the food was so spicy that it hit her throat and made her eyes even redder.

The little girl finally couldn't help it anymore, poked the boiled fish in the bowl, and protested in a low voice: "Why do you have to eat it in a hotel suite? The spicy taste will take a long time to dissipate!"

Humph, what little girl likes to eat.

It's obvious that Lu Qian likes spicy food!

Lu Qian had noticed it a long time ago, but he never said anything. The little fool's face was red, which was very interesting.

He glanced at Secretary Liu.

Secretary Liu understood the idea and said with a smile: "Because of Mr. Lu's status, it is not convenient for us to dine in! It seems that you don't like this very much. Let me order you something else!"

Huo Mingzhu burst into tears: "I want to eat fried chicken and drink milk tea!"

She added: "Wen Man used to fry it for me!"

She moved out of Wenman...

Lu Qian chuckled softly: The little fool is not too stupid.

He whispered to Secretary Liu: "Order her a fried chicken and milk tea!"

Secretary Liu was actually quite surprised: Mr. Lu has never been such a good-tempered person. Others always humored him. How could he ever coax a little girl like this?

And fried chicken milk tea...

But no matter what, fried chicken and milk tea are available.

Huo Mingzhu sat on the sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, eating very contentedly... Lu Qian had never eaten much, so he had been raping a certain industry for nearly 20 years and still maintained such a figure and temperament.

He just sat there, looking at the bright-looking little girl.

She was raised well by the Huo family,

I just took the medicine yesterday, and just now I was chatting with my ex-fiancé. Now I am happily eating fried chicken. I am really carefree.

Lu Qian was actually a little jealous.

The table seats had already been removed, and Secretary Liu whispered in his ear: "Mr. Lu, someone is here, do you want to meet him now?"

Lu Qian nodded.

Secretary Liu was a little worried: "Are you going to the study?"

Lu Qian thought for a while: "Just here, it's not a particularly important thing!"

Huo Mingzhu heard them talking, she swayed her legs and smiled: "Uncle Lu, you go about your business first, and we will talk about our affairs after you are done."

Secretary Liu couldn't help laughing.

This little girl, what could happen between her and Mr. Lu...

Lu Qian didn't say anything.

Later, he met several groups of people, all of whom were elites in their 30s and 40s.

It looks quite pretentious!

However, there was a particularly beautiful woman among them, who was very charming. When she left, she looked at Huo Mingzhu and asked: "Mr. Lu, this is..."

Lu Qian didn't like others prying, so he said calmly: "A junior!"

……

Huo Mingzhu wanted to plead for her brother.

But Uncle Lu has to meet a lot of people, won’t he be tired?

Later, she couldn't stand it any longer and fell asleep on the sofa. She grabbed a pillow and hugged her tightly...

……

As night fell, Lu Qian saw off the last group of people.

He was very tired, but he was used to drinking a glass of red wine when he was tired to relieve his physical fatigue.

In the suite, the lights are dim.

Lu Qian had already changed into a black formal suit, which looked quite calm.

He held the red wine glass and stared at the girl on the sofa. The light from the floor-to-ceiling window shone in, and the colorful colors seemed to have built a layer of glass around her. She was very beautiful.

He thought, how could there be a child who could sleep so well.

She's so cute and naive, and has no defense at all!

Probably because his gaze was too hot, Huo Mingzhu woke up, rubbed her eyes, stood up and knelt on the sofa.

She is slender,

A long white dress with long hair dyed like ink.

So pretty, but not like a child...

She saw the man in front of her clearly and called like a kitten: "Uncle Lu!"

"woke up?"

Lu Qian put down his wine glass and smiled lightly: "Aren't you afraid of sleeping in a strange man's room?"

Huo Mingzhu's face was red because she had slept for a long time.

She gently scratched her hair and said matter-of-factly: "Don't be afraid, you are my sister-in-law's uncle... I call you Uncle Lu!"

Lu Qian took a step forward.

As long as he stretched out his hand, he could touch her long, cloud-like hair.

But he just stood.

Mingzhu knelt on the sofa, pulling at her disobedient hair, and said in a soft voice, "Uncle Lu, how old are you?"

Lu Qian looked at her kneeling, and some pictures flashed through his mind.

He smiled lightly...

Mingzhu looked a little dumbfounded: Uncle Lu looks so pretty when he smiles! In fact, there is no shortage of good-looking men around her. Her brother looks like one in a million, but Uncle Lu's smile is different, he is good-looking and very masculine.

Her heart beat faster.

No way, Huo Mingzhu, you won’t like Wen Man’s uncle, right?

Be brave!

Huo Mingzhu was struck down by this possible reality, and all the pleas she had wanted to make were forgotten.

Lu Qian gently buttoned up his cufflinks: "It's getting late, I'll take you back!"

She was too embarrassed to say anything else and followed him obediently.

Lu Qian took the special elevator and arrived at the hotel's underground garage. He opened a black Lotus sports car and motioned for her to get in.

Huo Mingzhu sat next to him and asked in a low voice: "Uncle Lu, where is your secretary? Aren't there a lot of bodyguards following you?"

Lu Qian lowered his head and lit a cigarette.

His skin is extremely white, and the corners of his eyes are a little red when he smokes, which makes him look like a scumbag.

Exhaling a puff of smoke, he smiled lightly: "I won't take them with me on a private trip!"

Private, private itinerary…

Is it a private trip to send her off?

Huo Mingzhu failed to live up to her expectations again. She couldn't even place her hands on her knees.

Black sports car speeding on the road.

At about nine o'clock, we arrived at the door of Huo's house.

Huo Mingzhu put her hand on the doorknob and felt that her legs were a little weak. She turned her head and whispered: "Thank you, Uncle Lu, I..."

Lu Qian rested his elbows on the car window and smoked quietly.

After a moment, he threw away the cigarette butt and said in a man's hoarse voice: "My age is not suitable for little girls."

Huo Mingzhu bit her lip: "I'm 27, not a little girl!"

Lu Qian's white and slender fingers gently touched the steering wheel.

He smiled gracefully, even a little bit evil: "You also carry a doll and a small bottle with you. What is she if she's not a little girl?"