Master Devil Don’t Kiss Me

How can a person who can betray his family feel soft on others?

"That won't be true. Master and Grandma are in a good relationship now, like glue." Housekeeper Han paused and said, "But...I don't know if I need to report to you about something."

Han Liuhai put down the juice and looked at the housekeeper Han and said, "Old Liu, what's the matter, you don't even know if you should report to me?"

Butler Han bowed his head and said, "Sorry, sir. This is how things are..."

After narrating the matter, Han Liuhai's eyebrows grew deeper and deeper, and his expression was exactly the same as Han Qilu. How about father and son?

"You said... Xiang Mankui committed suicide?" After receiving confirmation, Han Liuhai rubbed his temples: "She is not a person who committed suicide to get involved in a relationship. She is a swordsman."

"But in the end, you still couldn't save the young master?" The housekeeper Han smiled and handed the sterilized chopsticks: "Don't worry about these things. What kind of person is Xiang Mankui? Does the young master know? Eyes, as sharp as you."

Han Liuhai did not answer, but he could see that he was still very comfortable with this sentence.

the other side.

As soon as he went out, An Chuxia immediately threw away his hand and said, "What are you doing? Where are you going to suddenly pull me?"

Han Qilu stopped then, turning his head to look at An Chuxia like an idiot, and said, "I have never seen a person before. I ask for help and someone else asks first."

An Chuxia was stunned, she was puzzled at first, and then she understood that what Han Qilu said was to ask him to find someone to draw a blackboard...

Ye Feng gently shook the moonlight, and An Chuxia looked up at Han Qilu's eyes suspiciously and asked: "Are you... did you hear it at that time?"

With a bit of helplessness floating on Han Qilu's face, he half-curved his lips and approached her: "Your call is so loud, I guess Housekeeper Han has also heard it."

Hearing, An Chuxia nodded his head in annoyance: "Then you don't hear it."

She really didn't want to bother Han Qilu, not hypocritical, but really sad. Han Qilu didn't owe her anything, she didn't want to trouble him again and again.

Han Qilu grabbed her hand: "Why? You really want me to beg you and ask you to ask me for help?"

An Chuxia pursed her lips: "I didn't mean that... I just feel that I always trouble you like this..."

Before she finished her words, Han Qilu raised her finger on her head in the next second. Strength is not heavy, but not light.

She stretched out her hand to cover her head and stared at Han Qilu: "What are you knocking on me for?"

Han Qilu didn't let go of the hand that had previously held him, but instead held it tighter. He leaned closer and said word by word: "Did you treat me as your husband? Is there any trouble between husband and wife?"

"..." She was speechless, but her cheeks were red enough to pinch blood.

Han seven recorded a sigh, very seriously said: "?! How to do, I love you An early summer this right, but I **** well wanted to hit you."

He was serious, and his hand was clenched into a fist shape, really showing a beating gesture.

At this moment, she was more moved than Han Qilu asked the soldiers to give her 999 roses.

Yes, what is the trouble?

She raised her head and looked at him with a pair of shallow eyelids and big eyes blinking: "Well then, Qilu Oppa, please help me."

"Very good." Han Qilu seemed very satisfied, snapped his fingers and said as he walked: "Then follow me and stop talking nonsense. At this time, she should not be asleep yet."

An Chuxia recovered and hurriedly caught up with Han Qilu's footsteps: "Ah? Are you going now? Don't you need to make a call in advance?"

"No." Han Qilu took out his mobile phone and dialed a number, but that number was the person who was in charge of the car, and after he ordered a key to come, he explained: "That person...she doesn't need a mobile phone."

"What? Don't use a cell phone?" An Chuxia's eyes widened in surprise, and suddenly there was a feeling of "my friends and I were shocked".

These days, even four or five-year-old children are holding iPad cut fruits, so there are people who don’t use mobile phones?

"En." Han Qilu nodded. At this moment, the person in charge of the car had already ran to deliver the key, and the two of them got into the car, and the car quickly drove away from the Han's gate.

What kind of person is it to meet?

An Chuxia asked Han Qilu: "Why don't you use a mobile phone? Then how can she contact the outside world?"

Han Qilu drove the car intently, seemingly reluctant to raise this issue, and only said: "She is not the same as others."

He didn't seem to want to say more, so An Chuxia stopped asking. However, she is really curious, what kind of person is she going to meet? Is he a hidden painter, or just an ordinary person with a talent for painting.

The car did not drive into the downtown area, but drove along a sparsely-traveled highway. When approaching the entrance of the expressway, the car drove to a remote fork. The road is not big, so I can barely get the car in.

The moonlight was very bright tonight, but the higher and higher reeds on both sides of the road almost blocked the moonlight.

There are people living in this kind of place?

An Chuxia still wanted to take a good look at this place, but his eyelids started to fight in disobedience.

"Here." After not knowing how long, the car finally stopped.

An Chuxia rubbed her sleepy eyes, stretched her waist and said, "It's finally here? What time is it now?"

"Nine o'clock." Han Qilu said, and thoughtfully reached out his hand to help her unfasten the seat belt, and said helplessly: "Are you a pig? I heard so many calls from you."

In fact, he couldn't bear to wake her up, so he screamed very lightly.

"You are a pig!" An Chuxia rolled her eyes: "You are still a Ukrainian suckling pig!"

When the voice fell, she saw a white dress floating outside the car window!

The heartbeat, beating violently at this moment disobedient. In this wilderness, a white dress appeared... She was almost speechless in shock, and only tightly grasped Han Qilu's arm.

Seemingly noticing that there was something wrong with her expression, Han Qilu looked in the direction of her eyes. Before he could speak, the white robe approached the car, and a pale hand knocked on the window: "Are you here to flirt with me?"

Han Qilu pressed the button, and the window slowly pulled down, revealing a face with a classic atmosphere. Willow leaf eyebrow, cherry mouth, this may not be a standard beauty in modern times, but if it were in ancient times, this is definitely a first-class beauty.

"Long time no see, Suyuan." Han Qilu said, glanced at An Chuxia and said, "She is An Chuxia."

Hearing, the girl named Suyuan raised her eyes and glanced at her, her eyes full of deep meaning. She nodded to An Chuxia and said: "Nothing is to go to the Three Treasures Palace, come with me, this is not suitable for talking."