Master Devil Don’t Kiss Me

Finally couldn't help it, Han Qilu blamed her coldly.

"I'm sorry, but... why did you come to me?" She asked the question stupidly. Because she didn't believe that Han Qilu drove to her because she was worried about her. Because it's not scientific!

Han Qilu held the steering wheel, his face returned to a blank expression: "Credit card."

"..." Is there only a credit card left in his world? It's a sad world of rich young masters.

The car drove smoothly, not as fast as before. Han Qilu didn't take An Chuxia back to Han's house directly, but stopped in front of a five-star hotel.

The sky was completely dark, and a few flashes of lightning flashed occasionally.

This hotel is called ‘Merston’s Top Hotel’ and it also belongs to the Han family. In fact, even if his credit card is frozen, he can rely on his identity as the'Young Master Han' to not be starved to death.

The Han Group is based on the financial industry in its business and has expanded to all levels. The real estate company under the Hanshi Group is the largest real estate group in City A, and its economic strength is second to none in the country. In addition to real estate, Han Group's industries also include food, clothing, and film and television media. There is also the education industry. For example, the chairman of the Styland Royal College is Han Liuhai.

"Where is this?" An Chuxia watched warily as the hotel attendant opened the car door for her.

Han Qilu had gotten out of the car, he walked to the back, leaned over and picked up An Chuxia: "Merston Hotel."

"What are you... taking me to the hotel?!" An Chuxia began to feel uneasy. He... won't be so perverted, will he?

Han Qilu had a cold face, the attendant held an umbrella for them, and when he walked to the VIP elevator of the hotel, he slowly said, "Do you want my mother to see you covered in blood?"

She was taken aback for a moment, and then buried her whole person in Han Qilu's arms. Because she saw that the attendant's face changed slightly, and she knew she was holding back a smile.

The VIP elevator was only open to special guests like Han Qilu, so the elevator quickly went straight up to the 18th floor.

The door of Han Qilu's exclusive presidential suite was opened by the attendant. He took An Chuxia into the bathroom and walked out and closed the door: "Wash and clean, don't scare my mother."

An Chuxia didn't speak, but just looked at the luxurious bathroom. The round bathtub is like a bathtub, and the design of the entire bathroom is top-notch and luxurious that cannot be described in words.

Sometimes she is really afraid that after living in Han's house, she will not be able to go back if she gets used to a luxurious life.

"Don't stand stupid, take off your clothes and let them go to wash them immediately." Han Qilu couldn't help feeling a little impatient when he heard nothing in the bathroom.

An Chuxia hurriedly took off his clothes and opened a small door, stuffing his clothes out through the cracks in the door.

"Don't worry, I'm not interested in your noodle-like figure." With this sentence left, Han Qilu took the clothes and walked to the door.

What? An Chuxia was very upset. Her **** are indeed not big, but they are not as big as noodles, right? I can't speak! But Han Qilu's words are obviously very useful to her, and she can take a bath with peace of mind.

Seeing Han Qilu coming out, the attendant quickly took the clothes from him.

"Dry clean and send it back as fast as possible. I can give you ten minutes."

There is no room for negotiation in his words, and the attendant nodded repeatedly: "Yes, master. Master, do you need to prepare dinner?"