Master Devil Don’t Kiss Me

"Housekeeper Han, when did you become so joking. Huh—?" The word ‘um’ was so long, and the tone changed a bit, the old housekeeper Han's heart trembled. [The old man can't afford to hurt...]

He took a deep breath and calmed down the poor old heart. Then I took a sneak peek at Han Qilu's eyes...Well, although the young master has a cold face, he should really hope that the young grandma will come to the airport. Maybe they will immediately abandon important American meetings. But...can you give up the meeting? Whatever you want... the harmony between young grandma and young master is the most important thing~【==】

"Master, do you really hope that Grandma will come to the airport?" Butler Han suppressed the joking in his eyes, putting on a serious and humbly asking for advice.

Then he felt like a spring breeze...oh no, like a winter breeze! ==

"Housekeeper Han, if you feel that you are old and want to retire, I will naturally not stop you." With a cold snort, Housekeeper Han closed his mouth immediately, and a drop of cold sweat hung on his forehead. If you hadn't watched your young master grow up, if it were someone else, maybe you would have been scared by Han Qilu's tone at the time... paralyzed, right?

"Master, the plane is ready for boarding." A bodyguard from the Han family respectfully stepped forward. After seeing Han Qilu's cannibalistic expression, he immediately lowered his head and tentatively asked in a low voice: "Master, do you see--? "

He raised his eyes and glanced at the luxury private jet not far away. He glanced at the small airport again intentionally or unintentionally, causing a commotion/movement among the ‘women’ at the small airport, red faces pretending to be shy.

But Han Qilu didn't stay on any of them for more than a second. He just glanced hurriedly, seeming to be looking for something...

Butler Han smiled in his eyes and thought silently: If later on the plane, I told the young master that Grandma had found the wrong airport, would the young master kill himself on an impulse, and then jump off the plane and run towards Little grandma, then...

wrong! After jumping off, you should be crushed first, right? Isn’t there a poem that reads like this: Don’t be afraid of being crushed, you want to leave the beauty in the world...

Thinking of this, Housekeeper Han trembled all over, then glanced at Han Qilu. He had an ordinary face and walked indifferently to the private jet under the head of a group of underlings. Behind him was the person who had just reported that he was ready, pulling a suitcase for him and following behind him.

A trace of panic flashed in his mind, but Steward Han patted his head and quickly followed: "Master! Wait for me!"

Just as he was about to step into the cabin from the gangway, housekeeper Han's eager voice was suddenly heard in his ears. As if foreshadowing something, the foot that stepped into the cabin could not help but froze there, and retracted it. Turning his head, the wind is light, and there is no emotion in his eyes: "What's the matter?"

Looking at Han Qilu, who was standing at the highest point of the gangway, the housekeeper Han couldn't see Han Qilu's face clearly because his back was facing the light. But no matter where he stands, he can always feel that this man is always so domineering, and he is born with such a temperament and aura that people cannot easily ignore.

With long lips, butler Han swallowed back what he was about to say, changing his words and saying, "Do you remember the driver Lao Chen who just took the young lady to Styland College?"