My Devil Young Master

An early summer good-looking glass eyes slowly closed, the mind also appeared in the mother's gentle and kind smile.

She couldn't believe that the gentle, beautiful and kind mother left her forever.

"Hello! Are you proud now A voice without any temperature sounded from his ear, and his warm breath was nerve numbing. Then a hand fell heavily on her shoulder.

An chuxia sighs in his heart. This young master of Han family seems to be too childish.

The scene of a few hours ago flashed through her mind again

"Seven records, after the early summer is your sister, you should take good care of her." Han Qilu's mother, Jiang Yuanyuan, puts her arm around an chuxia's shoulder and drags Han Qilu, who is preparing to walk to the room.

Listen, Han Qilu body a stiff, slowly turned around, began to look up and down their old man's savior. This woman's long eyebrows, not the best to see, but the total feeling let people see, there has never been a sense of peace of mind. Her clear eyes, in particular, seemed to be as clean as a pool of water, without impurities.

But he will not be confused by her seemingly pure appearance. You know, her mother had a hard time saving his father's life with her own life. It is said that her mother herself is a terminal cancer and will die, so she should just want her baby daughter to enter the door of the Han family?

What a wicked woman!

And what he hated most was the people with deep city government.

An chuxia also looked at Han Qilu in front of him. A look is a bad young look, one hand arrogantly inserted in the trouser pocket, the other hand holding a black coat on the shoulder. I've heard that Han family is usually arrogant and domineering. I really feel a sense of disgust at the first sight when I see him.

But on second thought, she now lives in the Han family. She can't be so hostile to their only son. She can only smile and say, "Hello, my name is anchuxia. Please give me more advice in the future."

"Disgusting!" Who knows the other side unexpectedly so to the face, shamelessly said two such should beat the word.

Without waiting for an chuxia to make any response, Jiang Yuanyuan has been gasped for breath. A fork, like a mother night fork, pointed to Han Qilu: "how can you be so rude to your sister? Don't apologize to me

At this time, what can an chuxia say

She wanted to go directly to cut off his neck, but his aunt had already said so. It was wrong for her not to know her face again.

"It's OK, auntie. The young master may be in a bad mood today With an unnatural smile on her face, it seems more unfriendly to see Han Qilu looking at her.

But she doesn't care.

"I'm really sorry, little early summer, but you don't have to call him young master, just call him his name or brother." With a smile, Jiang Yuanyuan turned his head, but immediately changed a stern expression: "you go upstairs to my room and think about it! Don't eat tonight

Seeing Han Qilu's last look of resentment, an chuxia has a very ominous premonition.

But, she really didn't think, at 10 o'clock, this kid ran to her room for what?

"My name, not hello." She turned around, a small white lace nightdress set off her more like a princess as elegant.

"See, you're so arrogant when my mother isn't here? Huh? " Han Qilu grabbed her shoulders, and her eyes seemed to burst out fire: "say! What is the purpose of your coming to my house? "

Purpose? An chuxia sneered: "my mother died because of your father. My purpose is to let all the people in your family be grateful to me and repay me with gratitude! Do you understand? "

In fact, she didn't think so.