Master Devil Don’t Kiss Me

"What? Very lost?" Han Qilu closed the computer and looked at her with a sneer.

Slowly opening her eyes, her gaze did not fall on Han Qilu's body, but whispered to the driver's uncle: "Uncle, can you please open this window of my car? It seems to be locked."

The driver nodded respectfully and pressed a button. The window on her side opened slowly and regularly. In the evening, the cool air poured into her neck, making her sober.

An Chuxia, you can't be angry with him.

"Hey! Are you listening to me?" Han Qilu's tone was already a little angry, and asked her with a low growl.

She withdrew her gaze to look out of the window and slowly fell on him. For a long time, An Chuxia looked at him in a daze. He is indeed a handsome boy, like a prince in a fairy tale. It’s just that my temper is really stinky!

"No, I am not disappointed." She replied gently with a smile. It did not increase the volume and go back as before. Maybe she learns to be quiet, so he won't trouble her often in the future, right?

Besides, she is indeed not lost. What's so disappointing? After arriving at Han's house, I took the time to call An Chenchuan and said that the letter was accidentally blown away by the wind. Just ask him what was written in the letter!

What's more, what can An Chenchuan's nervous man write? It should be a challenge book or something.

Seeing An Chuxia's lazy and very indifferent gaze, Han Qilu felt angry for no reason. What does she mean? Isn't she very disappointed?

Han Qilu's strange expression made An Chuxia feel very puzzled, didn't he answer his question? Why is she still very upset.

"I'm really not lost." She repeated: "I can call and ask, it's okay, you don't have to feel guilty."

She understood his strange expression as self-blame...Gritting his teeth, Han Qilu abruptly turned his head away from looking at her, otherwise he would definitely be tempted to throw her out of the car! !

Blame? Ghosts blame themselves!

The car entered the gravel road through the gate of Han's house and stopped when it was halfway away from the house. In front of the car stood the kind butler Han. He hurriedly stepped forward and opened the door for Han Qilu, and another servant who was standing next to Han Guanjia quickly ran to the other side to help An Chuxia open the door.

She is still a little unaccustomed to this kind of treatment.

She walked out of the car, suddenly there was something resounding, and suddenly got back into the car. Take out a stack of books from inside.

"Miss Chuxia, let me come!" Housekeeper Han walked up to her and helped her get the book without waiting for her to speak. An Chuxia had to give up and let him take it. If you don't let him take it, he might have to spend most of the day with her here.

Han Qilu, who was walking in front, suddenly stopped and turned around.

He stared at An Chuxia's eyes tightly: "An Chuxia, if you dare to call and ask what is written in the letter, you will...dead, settled, dead!"

This sentence Han Qilu almost squeezed from his teeth. I can see that he is angry!

"Why?" She blinked her eyes puzzledly, staring at Han Qilu in a daze.

He looked up and down with disdain: "Because this is my young master's order! Did you forget? You are my young master's maid!"