Master Devil Don’t Kiss Me

"An Chuxia, is your relationship with Han Yu very good?" A stern wind blew from behind, and Han Qilu's voice came from behind. An Chuxia couldn't help shaking severely.

Hearing Han Qilu's voice, Ling Hanyu's mouth slightly twitched, and raised his hand to pull An Chuxia's hand down, with his right hand to hold An Chuxia's shoulder. The two turned around, their eyes lifted slightly, and said lightly: Seven records."

The housekeeper Han hurriedly stepped forward to Han Qilu and bowed slightly to him: "Master."

This encounter is not a coincidence, nor is it a dung ==, but as early as the morning, Han Liuhai called the housekeeper Han and asked him to tell Han Qilu that he would accompany a very important customer to stroll around A city this afternoon.

As the World Trade Center, the trade building in the city center, of course they have to come here. It's just that Steward Han never had the opportunity to tell An Chuxia that he was stopped by An Chuxia every time he wanted to talk about an open society. As a result, the current situation appeared... In the final analysis, it is still one sentence: self-inflicted...

"Why are you here?" An Chuxia looked at him suspiciously, recalling what she said just now, ‘Although the road to Yuanjia is narrow, it can’t be so narrow! "Isn't this shooting yourself in the foot? Sinister! The road to the enemy is so narrow, yes! In the future, she must keep this in mind, but how could he appear here? Follow her? This is too abnormal, right?

The cute boy standing behind An Chuxia looked expectant, what will happen next? This Qilu fiancee young master will angrily pull her boss behind her, but then punch the handsome young boss fiercely? Wow! This is too great! she likes!

"You can show up here, why can't I?" Han Qilu stared at An Chuxia coldly: "It seems that you are having a great time, eh?"

I don't know why she now feels like being caught and raped in bed. However, is Han Qilu jealous now in this state? In the blink of an eye, she just wanted to say, "It's not what you think", but a girl's voice floated and floated into her ears.

"Qilu! This is really delicious!" A girl in a blue polka-dot skirt walked to Han Qilu with a huge pink cotton candy in her hand. The girl's hair is golden, and her eyes are big and flickering, just as cute as a Barbie doll. As long as it is a human, one can tell at a glance that this child is not made in China...

Housekeeper Han quickly remembered that this young lady should be what the master said, "The precious daughter of the president who has a cooperation with the company this time, Miss Bassari", so he respectfully called her: "Miss Bassari."

The surrounding temperature dropped sharply. Ling Hanyu, who was ready to watch the show, the cute boy who was tenderly focused by the minefield, and the cold face of An Chuxia formed an unharmonious picture.

"Who are you?" Bassari blinked and held a marshmallow in one hand, and embraced Han Qilu's left arm with the other incomparably affectionate and natural. This time, she came to China with her father to discuss an important cooperation case. She felt bored and wanted to go shopping. Then her father asked the partner's president's son to accompany her. At first she was very upset that she wanted to go shopping alone, but the moment she saw Han Qilu, she changed her mind.