Master Devil Don’t Kiss Me

As the car door was closed again, Han Qilu's eyes burst into a smile. Don't look at An Chuxia being so proud, he is her male servant, who can get the benefits is not necessarily!

Throwing the racing magazine casually on the seat, he got out of the car neatly. However, as soon as he got out of the car, Basali took his arm. Just as he was about to say something, he saw Basali's father walking out of the hall with Han Liuhai.

Walking in the forefront was Jiang Yuanyuan, who was talking to An Chuxia softly with her head down. I saw that An Chuxia's face was not very good, but there was no obvious displeasure. It's just that when Han Liuhai saw An Chuxia, his eyes were slightly sorry.

As the first leader of the Han group, in order to cooperate in the case, he must be cruel. Once this cooperation case is completed, Bassari is just a dispensable figure that can be thrown away at any time. So for An Chuxia, although he was sorry, he was able to face her calmly.

An Chuxia nodded at Han Liuhai, his eyes were clear, and there was no complicated expression. On the contrary, when he raised his eyes and looked at the nearly half-hundred-year-old man standing next to Han Liuhai, his eyes were a little more complicated, and his mind turned quickly.

From the beginning of this middle-aged man [let's call it a middle-aged man first] the man looked at her with an inquisitive gaze. From the bottom of his bones, An Chuxia noticed that this middle-aged man was very unfriendly to her. There was even a trace of disgust.

This makes An Chuxia very puzzled. Judging from the eyebrows, this middle-aged man is not familiar. She should have seen him for the first time. But why is his attitude towards himself so bad?

At first, An Chuxia was still very puzzled. Later, Basali took Han Qilu and called out sweetly: "Daddy", she understood everything.

It turned out that this man who looked much older than Han Liuhai turned out to be Barsari's father. No wonder... No wonder this person looks at her with that look. The boys that my daughter likes don't like her. More or less, he will have a grudge against her because of this?

What's more, someone like Barsari, who knows how much she said bad about herself behind her back?

Whether the heart is sloppy or not, although that is the case, she still behaves very polite. At least, she is her, innocent An Chuxia.

Withdrawing all the emotions in her eyes, she nodded to the middle-aged man, and the man nodded to her, then raised a smile and said, "This is Miss An Chuxia, right? I've heard the name for a long time."

Barsari’s father obviously speaks much better Chinese than Barsari’s, but he uses...

Know the name for a long time? Anyone can hear that this term is not appropriate here, right? An Chuxia pressed her lips and did not show any dissatisfaction. She just evoked a nice arc and said: "You are too polite, it should be my name that I have known for a long time." That said, she said neither humble nor overbearing.

Basali’s father didn’t say anything, he looked away from Han Qilu and his baby girl and said, “You haven’t had lunch yet? There is a saying in China, what is it called... By the way, the body is the capital of the revolution! Go eat. Well, it just so happens that Uncle Han and I are still talking about the two of you. Let's talk while eating."

Jiang Yuanyuan, who was standing on the side, couldn’t hold back any more, and took An Chuxia’s hand and walked into the hall. As he walked, she said loudly, "Little Chuxia, I made your favorite dishes specially for you. Give me a face!"