My Devil Young Master

Blinking in doubt, an chuxia suddenly understood. Staring at Han Qilu's sincere appearance, she shrugged her shoulders and took a picture of Han Qilu's shoulder and said, "well, actually I don't blame you."

"Well?" Han Qilu puzzled to see her: "blame me for what?" He refers to those excessive words he said to an chuxia before, especially to an chuxia's mother. Maybe he always thought that he had misunderstood her. He thought that an chuxia's mother knew she was going to die, so she tried to save her father and send an chuxia to their Han family.

He was wrong at the beginning. But what does an chuxia mean? Did she really not blame him? He was so angry that he slapped him in the face.

Why is this fool so strange? Clearly know that he is wrong, but also ask her where he is wrong, this is not to let her give him a slap? But since he asked, she was polite, right?

Looking up, she narrowed her eyes like a money fan and asked, "tell me, how much did you give the landlord's aunt? How many zeros did you write on that check That's what she was angry about. Seeing the surprise of the landlord's aunt, she really wanted to rush up and grab the check back. But Han Qilu took her hand and left the scene = =

"100000 or one million, I forgot." He put on a very innocent look and asked her, "what's the matter?"

"What's the matter? What do you say? " Why do you give her so much money? You might as well give it to me! One hundred thousand and one million are indistinguishable. How much money do you ignore? "

At this time, the expression on Han Qilu's face did not know whether it was a smile or a sneer, but the corners of his mouth were slightly bent, but his eyes were wide open: "what do you mean?" He really didn't understand what an chuxia meant. Did she mean that he was too extravagant to spend money, or did she say Love his money?

Whether it's the former or the latter, is it for his good?

"I mean, you might as well give it to me!" Well, now the truth is out. Ann chuxia frowned tightly, and her brow was tight enough to clip a fly!

Leng for a while, Han Qilu laughed: "don't worry, that money won't let her take in vain, that is to give her burial expenses." He didn't want to tell this to an chuxia, but now he doesn't have to hide it. If Ann chuxia stopped, he would still do it.

Stupidly looked at Han Qilu, an chuxia actually grinned like a fool: "thank you!"

Han Qilu's pupils tightened and his face flashed unnaturally. It was not the first time for an chuxia to say thank you to him, but every time he had his chest full, there was a strange feeling. Slightly biased over his head, Han Qilu asked in a low voice: "why don't you plead for her? I thought you were kind

There is something ironic about this, and you will regret it when you export it. Every time, I don't want to say that

Moving his lips, he wanted to explain, but eventually raised his chin. He Han Qilu said that the words, never take back the truth!

"Well." An chuxia nodded: "I also thought I was very kind, but good people will always be bullied. Reality tells me to be kind, but not too kind. I am not a Tang monk. There is no monkey king around me to protect me. Guanyin Bodhisattva never exists, and God does not exist. "