Master Devil Don’t Kiss Me

Hearing these words, An Chuxia was full of black lines. Diarrhea... diarrhea again.

Can she say that she doesn't want to have diarrhea now, just wants to fill up her stomach?

But since this is a lie caused by her, she has to bite the bullet and make up: "Well, thank you. It's almost all right, thank you for me, godfather and godmother."

"Okay. Rest early and hang up first."

"Yeah." She pursed her lips slightly, then hung up after saying thank you again. With a long sigh, the belly made a dissatisfied ‘cuckling’ sound. Will you die if you eat less? She despised herself in her heart and walked out of the room holding her phone. I noticed that the phone also showed several missed calls, all of which were from Jiang Yuanyuan.

The lights on the long corridor that were originally bright have all been turned off, and only every one meter away is a small light with a weak yellow light but enough to see the ground clearly.

Walking down the stairs in a familiar way, I saw that the lights in the hall were also turned off, only a white light was still showing through the cracks in the door of Jiang Yuanyuan's writing room. In order not to affect others, she did not turn on the light, and then the light from the phone screen walked into the kitchen.

At this moment, the phone screen suddenly flickered, and when I picked it up, it turned out that Han Qilu was calling. This should be an overseas call, right? It is said that the phone bill for this kind of phone is very expensive...

With this in mind, she hurriedly pressed the answer button. [Let that **** deduct more phone bills==]

"What are you doing?" He seemed tired, his voice was mixed with a nasal sound that was not obvious but made her hear it at once. Meetings... really tired, right?

"I'm..." Said that he went back to Han's house and was looking for food in the kitchen? This is too embarrassing! With a curl of her lips, she decided to avoid talking: "You still care what I'm doing."

Opened a cabinet above, it was empty. As she was about to go back, she heard Han Qilu say faintly: "I miss you, what should I do?"

These extremely ambiguous words don't know what to do, and they are taken for granted from Han Qilu's mouth, just like a statement, discussing how the weather is today.

But even so, her heart could not help but shamelessly trembled. The hand closing the cabinet did not consciously stiffen.

"Why don't you talk?" Han Qilu, who was in the United States, was shaking a glass of red wine from side to side at this moment. The red red wine reflected a faint halo under the shining crystal chandelier in the hotel room, which was intriguing.

Han Qilu was standing in front of the French windows, looking at the bustling streets of the United States below, holding a mobile phone and a glass of red wine. The lights below are dazzling, feasting, seemingly irrelevant to him.

An Chuxia closed the cabinet and squatted down to look for the cabinet below. After talking to Han Qilu for a long time, her resistance is obviously getting better and better. No matter how turbulent emotions are, it can be restored to normal all at once.

"Say what?" She frowned, why she still had nothing to eat: "I said, Mr. Han Qilu, let me know."

"Say."

After closing this cabinet, I took a look at the cabinet on the right. It was full of pots and pans, and there was no way to fill my stomach.

"Bassari has left Han's house." She took a deep breath, stood up and looked around. Through the moonlight shining through the kitchen window, she could vaguely see the entire kitchen furnishings.