Master Devil Don’t Kiss Me

Han Qilu glanced at the bathroom and turned his head and said, "Go get ready, don't let me see the fish, I hate that thing."

"Yes, Master. Excuse me... is it two copies?" The attendant is obviously a little bit too much, but if you don't ask clearly now, the consequences of mistakes will only be worse.

Resisting the urge to kick the attendant to death, he took a deep breath and asked with a low pressure, "Isn't it two servings or three servings? Wrong... Wait! That pig might really eat two servings, first Three copies are ready to be delivered."

"Yes, master!" The attendant bowed and left with his clothes.

"Wait!" Han Qilu caught up: "You go buy it again... come on."

There was a slight embarrassment on his face, but he still looked like a solitaire.

The attendant was confused by his mind, so he had to respectfully ask, "Master, who is that...? Excuse me for being ignorant, I didn't understand you."

Han Qilu clenched his lower lip, and then said aloud for a long time: "It's the thing that...the girl who just went in uses."

"Is it... avoiding/pregnancy/coupling?" The attendant really didn't understand the meaning, but thought of a girl coming to the hotel with the young master, and there was nothing else to use except for avoiding/pregnancy/coupling.

"Damn!" Unable to bear it anymore, Han Qilu grabbed the attendant's collar and yelled at him: "Have you ever seen a woman use evasion/pregnancy/cocks?"

Only then did the attendant understand that Han Qilu wanted a "strawberry sundae", cold sweat kept flowing down, and his mouth hurriedly replied, "I know the young master..."

With a cold snort, Han Qilu let go: "Send the clothes with that. I want speed, otherwise you won't come to Murston tomorrow."

The attendants knew that Han Qilu could fire him with just one sentence. Hastily ran to the elevator at the fastest speed.

After Han Qilu returned to the presidential suite, he called home and said that it was too rainy, so he took her out to eat first, so they didn't wait.

Leaning on the high-end soft leather sofa in the suite, Han Qilu thinks that this is not his own style. If it was before, he would have liked the other party to die quickly so that he would not care about the other party's life and death. But what is he doing now?

He would never believe that he would be tempted by women other than ‘that she’ within two days. So to An Chuxia, what is he? After thinking for a long time, he finally figured it out. Because An Chuxia is too rebellious, as a father with great love, he has to do everything possible to make his daughter behave.

Although this kind of thinking seems strange to outsiders, after all, An Chuxia is only one year younger than him. But besides that, he could not think of any other way of interpretation.

"Young Master." The attendant raised his hand and knocked on the door that was already open.

Looking at the two bags that the attendant was holding in his left hand, Han Qilu accepted the bags blankly: "Your manager will reimburse you for the cost of shopping."

"No, no, no, you are too polite, Master. The dinner is ready, I will go down and get it now." The waiter bowed and fled ninety degrees and left. Although it is only a small attendant who can keep this, but the salary is higher than that of ordinary white-collar workers, he is already very happy, where accounting is more expensive.

Han Qilu took the bag and walked to the bathroom door, raised his hand and knocked on the door: "Have you finished washing? Open the door and I will pass the clothes in."

The bathroom door was quickly opened a little bit, Han Qilu stuffed two bags in, turned around and sat back on the soft leather sofa, and lit a cigarette.