Master Devil Don’t Kiss Me

Turning her head to look at Steward Han, she suddenly didn't even want to say anything. She understood the meaning of the phrase ‘self-inflicted and cannot live’.

After nearly ten minutes of distress, An Chuxia stood up from the sofa and took the hand of the housekeeper Han and asked, "I ask you, if Han Qilu doesn't take my female companion to the wedding banquet... will he go alone? "

At that time, the housekeeper Han looked at her with an unkind look, saying that he was saying, "Madam, if you want to go, just tell me." So An Chuxia stammered, and finally stomped: "I'll be straightforward! Shouldn't Han Qilu bring that Xiang Mankui to the wedding banquet?"

Finally—asked out.

He sighed silently in his heart: "The only female companion that the young master knows who can be on the table here is Miss Xiang."

The subtext is: Who else will you take without Xiang Mankui?

An unknown fire suddenly rose up in his chest. Fuck Han Qilu! It's no wonder that Ah agreed with her not to go without saying a word. It turned out that she had long been an appointment with a beautiful woman!

"Steward Han." She narrowed her eyes slightly, her eyes resentfully resembling that of Zhenzi.

Hearing the call, Housekeeper Han said without waiting for her order, “I’m going to go to the wedding banquet and I need to use the dress and the car. Wait a minute, up to five minutes.”

Looking at the same speed as the housekeeper Han, An Chuxia felt a sigh of emotion in her heart. I hope that when she grows old, she can have a body like the steward Han, and it can be considered that she didn't eat so much in vain to grow up happy when she was a child.

Ten minutes later, An Chuxia walked out of the presidential suite in a light purple off-shoulder dress. When they walked out of the elevator, the men in the hotel lobby saluted her.

Tilting her head, she felt a little embarrassed, slowed down and waited for Housekeeper Han to walk by her side, lowered her voice and said, "Housekeeper Han, where did you hire a makeup artist? When I look at myself in the mirror, I simply I don’t believe that Shen Yuluoyan’s beauty is actually me. I thought it was not a mirror but a photo frame!"

Housekeeper Han laughed blankly: "Young lady, you are too humble. You are naturally beautiful, and the makeup artist is just icing on the cake."

What he said is true, An Chuxia usually looks like a standard beauty without makeup, and now she painted light purple makeup matching the little purple dress to bring out her aloof temperament. This kind of temperament is absolutely not in Xiang Mankui, and it is absolutely impossible for Xiang Mankui to pretend.

She was noncommittal about what Han Butler said, only when Han Butler was complimenting her, shrugged and walked out of the turning door of the hotel, and a black Bentley parked in front.

The moment the car door was opened, her mouth grew in surprise.

Wasn't it Han Qilu who sat blankly in the Bentley reading a magazine?

After a wave of mountains and seas in her heart, she looked upright and didn't sit in, but just followed him and said blankly: "You, shit, me!"

Han Qilu, who had been looking down at the magazine, raised his head to look at An Chuxia. As soon as his eyes met, a hint of surprise flashed across Han Qilu's eyes and then disappeared.

"Purple, it suits you well."

It's rare for words of praise to come out of Han Qilu's mouth. An Chuxia was taken aback, and most of the anger in her heart disappeared. While cursing that she didn't, she pouted and sat in.