Master Devil Don’t Kiss Me

But right now, Jiang Yuanyuan's horrifying eyeballs were staring at him. Unless he can escape from the ground, he will definitely not slip away.

In spite of this, he looked as usual, pretending to know nothing, deliberately ignoring the horrible gaze like Sadako, and walked up the stairs to himself. But if you are more careful, you will notice that Han Qilu's entire back is stiff.

I have to admit that he has nothing to do with Jiang Yuanyuan!

"Where are you going?" Jiang Yuanyuan raised her voice, almost frightening Han Qilu, who was highly nervous.

He stopped immediately, turned around and looked at Jiang Yuanyuan resignedly and asked, "Go back to the room to sleep."

Hearing this answer, Jiang Yuanyuan was so angry that she couldn't speak for a while, but seeing that Han Qilu was about to change her body again, she took a deep breath and tried her best to stay calm and said, "Wait, come with me. ."

Jiang Yuanyuan turned and walked in one direction, and Han Qilu had to follow. Is this the tranquility before the storm? Jiang Yuanyuan greeted a maid casually, whispered a few times in her ear, the maid glanced at Han Qilu, seeing Han Qilu also looking at her, quickly retracted her gaze, nodded to Jiang Yuanyuan, and walked forward. open.

Looking at the maid's back, Han Qilu felt that one person was missing.

"Where is housekeeper Han?" He walked up to Jiang Yuanyuan and looked around, but did not find housekeeper Han.

"Didn't you know that he has a son last time? I asked him to go to his son's place to pack up things now. He will probably go to school with you tomorrow. From now on, he will live at home with Han Qilu." Jiang Yuanyuan said, lifting He lifted his right hand into a fist shape, and tapped the dining table twice with the bent joints of his fingers: "Sit down."

Only then did Han Qilu realize that Jiang Yuanyuan had brought him to the table.

When tomorrow is brilliant, I patronize and talk to Xiao Mingluo about his brother and his company. I didn’t eat much at all. When I went to eat Korean food with Xiang Mankui, I didn’t eat much. Up to now, my stomach is really good. A little hungry.

But he didn't believe that Jiang Yuanyuan would be so good to him, so he invited him to dinner.

But shouldn't the place of conversation be the sofa not far away, what are you doing at the table?

Although confused, Han Qilu obediently pulled a chair in front of the dining table and sat down. The chairs at their dining table were not made of wood. They were heavy and difficult to move with just one hand.

"Sit here?" Han Qilu asked tentatively, Jiang Yuanyuan just sat on the side in silence, as if waiting for something.

He also had to wait.

An early summer carefully carried a plate of grapes upstairs. Even the fruit plate used to hold the fruit in the Han family was quite expensive. Breaking one might not have a second one in the world.

Walking to the door of the study, An Chuxia remembered Jiang Yuanyuan's instructions, and knocked on the door a few times with one hand. Han Liuhai yelled "come in" inside. The door was not closed tightly. An Chuxia pushed the door slightly and opened it.

Seeing that the person coming in was An Chuxia, Han Liuhai took off his reading glasses, changed his sitting position and said, "It's early summer."

"Yeah!" An Chuxia nodded quickly. She used to seldom enter this study. The person who went in to clean was also the housekeeper Han. Other servants could not enter. It seemed that there were many confidential documents in it. .

The bookshelves in this study made An Chuxia dumbfounded. The height of the bookshelves was level with the ceiling. The books on the upper part of the books need to be climbed up to get them. But other things are very common, except for the table Han Liuhai used, which has intricate textures, and at first glance it is not a desk made of ordinary wood.

An Chuxia came back to his senses and quickly said, "Mommy asked me to bring fruit up. You have started working after dinner, and you should take a break."

As An Chuxia came forward, Han Liuhai calmly closed the document in front of him, put it aside, and said with a smile: "Thanks for your hard work, let you cut the fruit yourself."

"Where, it's just a matter of effort." An Chuxia said, putting the fruit bowl on the desk, and taking out a few pieces of paper and putting it under the fruit bowl to prevent the water on the fruit bowl from running onto the desk.

"Early summer, sit down." Han Liuhai pointed to the chair beside him: "I happen to have something to tell you."

Han Liuhai's affection was very serious, and An Chuxia quickly sat upright on the chair beside him, waiting for Han Liuhai to speak.

According to Han's style, everything is always done for one's own benefit. They can accept a backgroundless An Chuxia to be the future Mrs. Han, and naturally they will not just like An Chuxia alone.

"You couldn't see the last side of your mother's death. In fact, she said something to me." Han Liuhai's Adam's apple rolled up and down, his expression looked a little complicated. But people who have been in the mall for years have never let others see through what they are thinking. Even the person next to the pillow would not reveal all his secrets and details.

An Chuxia looked a little surprised, her hand on her leg changed from a relaxed state at the beginning to a clenched fist. She can see that she is now a little eager to know what her mother said.

There were different shades of light flowing in Han Liuhai's eyes, and the amber veins became a little confused for a while, as if they were lost in memories. An Chuxia did not dare to interrupt Han Liuhai’s memories. Although this man who had supported the entire Han group faced him very kindly, like an ordinary father, he had an inherent aura that made people think of him. No matter how close you are, you can't get close.

After a while, Han Liuhai came back to his senses and looked at An Chuxia with an embarrassing smile: "Sorry, but I suddenly felt guilty. What your mother said to me in the end was something that made me take good care of you, but now, it makes you sad. "

He was referring to Han Qilu's amnesia. An Chuxia shook his head and said with a strong smile: "You don't need to feel guilty. People can't come back from death. Moreover, you have given me enough."

"It's great for you to think like this." Han Liuhai showed relief on his face: "Don't worry, I will remove obstacles on the road for you."

"Huh?" An Chuxia's face looked a little confused for a while. Han Liuhai spoke very softly in the second half of the sentence. She couldn't hear her clearly, and could only hear the words "remove" and "obstacle".

"No, thank you for the fruit." Han Liuhai took a grape and put it in his mouth.

There is nothing to continue, An Chuxia stood up: "Then I will go out first. Remember not to make yourself too tired. Your body is the capital of the revolution!"

"Yeah." Han Liuhai smiled and nodded, as he agreed.

An Chuxia walked out the door, closed it gently, and quickly left with his foot. When facing Han Liuhai, I always felt a little uncomfortable, although I don't know why. Also, Han Liuhai should have said something to her at the time, but then he didn't say anything. He always felt that Han Liuhai was hiding something from her.

But after another thought, she must have thought about something else she would be hiding from her.

Han Liuhai watched An Chuxia walk out the door, until the door was gently closed, the smile on his face gradually dissipated, and finally turned into an indifferent expression. This look is similar to Han Qilu's expression when facing a stranger.

An Chuxia's mother did say something to him before he died, but it was not all about asking him to take good care of An Chuxia. Instead, he told him a huge secret, it was this secret that made him determined to bring An Chuxia back to Han's house, and soon let her go to Styland as Han Qilu's fiancée, and open it to the outside world.

An Chuxia is too kind and filial, even a cruel business man, he can't bear to make An Chuxia a sacrifice on the commercial battlefield. But for many things, there is often no choice to do or not to do.

Han Liuhai pushed aside the pot of grapes, took the document he had just closed and opened it in front of him. This is a plan, and there is no perfect plan yet. The title of the plan is: A plan for the acquisition of Xiangjia’s old house in City B.

"Hmm..." Han Liuhai let out a monotonous tone from the tip of his nose and picked up the pen on the side again.

Downstairs hall.

Jiang Yuanyuan and Han Qilu remained silent, and neither spoke. It didn't take long before Han Qilu asked about a scent. If the smell is correct, it should be the smell of cola chicken wings.

The smell aroused hunger in Han Qilu's stomach, he was really hungry. Looking behind the taste, a row of maids came here one after another carrying dishes.

Which one is Jiang Yuanyuan trying to make?

"Mom, what are you..."

"Eat!" Jiang Yuanyuan said with hatred of iron and steel, "It doesn't matter whether you eat dinner or not, you must have another meal at home. Do you know that this was made by yourself after a long time in early summer."

This went in a big circle, it was just to let him taste the dishes made by An Chuxia himself.

"It just happens that I'm hungry!" Han Qilu shamelessly learned from An Chuxia's emphasis: "Thank you Mommy, it's still the best for me!"

"Dead brat!" Jiang Yuanyuan glared at Han Qilu, his face full of helplessness.

In fact, Jiang Yuanyuan accidentally shed a child before. The doctor told her that it would be difficult to get pregnant again, and finally got pregnant. She gave birth to Han Qilu. She actually hurt her son in her heart.

"Eat more meat and see how thin you look like this, and how to give me a fat grandson in the future!" Jiang Yuanyuan said, bringing a plate of braised pork closer to Han Qilu, worried that Han Qilu could not reach it.

"Is there a mother like you? My son started thinking about his grandson when he was still in school..."

"What happened to my grandson at your age? Your grandpa married your grandma at your age!"

Two people quarrel with each other, but there is no shortage of tenderness. An Chuxia stood in the shadow of the stairs on the second floor, folded and walked back gently. Their warmth is too hot, and she can no longer realize the touch and love her mother brings to her.