Master Devil Don’t Kiss Me

Looking at An Chenchuan deeply, Han Qilu was expressionless, and even smiled slightly: "Whatever you want."

Looking at the back of Han Qilu leaving in a daze, An Chenchuan felt that his entire head was like a paste, a mess. He thought that Han Qilu would turn his face on the spot angrily, or say coldly to him, but he never thought he would be so indifferent.

Is the idea in his heart wrong? Han Qilu doesn't like early summer?

If it is really wrong, then it is undoubtedly good news for him. In this way, there is nothing to fetter him, right?

"In early summer, you have to go to Dad to play often when you have time." An Yishan said kindly, but this kindness is a shame to An Chuxia. He called himself a father because he wanted to have a good relationship with the Han family. If he knew that his righteous daughter was his biological daughter, what would he look like?

Maybe he will push her away right away, right?

"I will often bring her here to play." Han Qilu stepped forward and walked to An Chuxia's side and hugged her shoulders: "Really? My fiancee."

In fact, he was deliberately helping An Chuxia escape the siege, because An Chuxia just stared at Mount Anyi steadily, stupefied like a log without answering what An Yishan said.

Hearing Han Qilu's voice, An Chuxia came back to his senses. Turning his head to cast a grateful look at Han Qilu, he turned his head again and said, "Excuse me, foster father, I was a little distracted just now."

She deliberately bit the word ‘foster father’ very hard.

An Yishan didn't hear of her abnormality, smiled and turned to say goodbye to Han Liuhai. When I returned to Han's house, it was already nine o'clock. This meal was really long.

"The old lady is back?" The housekeeper Han stood at the gate waiting for them, and asked for warmth as soon as he got out of the car. Housekeeper Han has been working in the Han family for more than forty years. He has been a doorman of the Han family since he was ten years old and has continued to the present.

It can be said that he grew up watching Han Qilu.

"Steward Han." An Chuxia called Steward Han as soon as he got out of the car: "Where did you put my test papers and books?"

After looking down for a few seconds, butler Han smiled and said, "I have placed it on the desk in your room."

She nodded and ran across the gravel road into the hall. The lights in the hall were dim, and the huge crystal chandeliers illuminated the hall as coquettishly as during the day. As soon as she finished walking the stairs, Han Qilu's voice came from the entrance of the hall.

"An Chuxia, come to my room later." When she turned her head and looked down, Han Qilu was already sitting on the sofa and eating fruit without even looking at her.

It's strange, what are you doing in his room? An Chuxia didn't think about it. She had to go back to the room first and mark out all the important points in class tomorrow.

"Yeah! It's nine o'clock!" Jiang Yuanyuan walked in with Han Liuhai like Cixi, she only drank a sip of red wine and started to shake when she walked.

"Yes, you don't want to write a manuscript today. Go back to your room and sleep. Otherwise, you will die tomorrow." Han Liuhai wanted to persuade Jiang Yuanyuan not to write a manuscript, but Jiang Yuanyuan did not do it. He dismissed Han Liuhai's suggestion in one bite, and staggered back to the room.

Originally, Han Liuhai was planning to follow, but when he saw Han Qilu sitting there eating an apple, he walked up to him and deliberately lowered it and asked, "Why is Chu Xia so abnormal today? Does it have anything to do with you?"