My Devil Young Master

An Chu Xia's words made Han Qilu's heart tremble, and then turned to look at the closed window. Outside the sky is still very clean, blue without a bit of filth.

"So you're not going to plead for her, are you?" Han Qilu finally couldn't help but confirm it again. An Chu Xia a Leng, don't know Han Qilu's intention is what, but she still lowered her head to tighten her chin, carefully thought again. She knows that maybe her words now can really save a life.

Slightly raised his head, an chuxia walked over to Han Qilu's eyes and asked carefully, "if I let her go, you will let her go?" Her words mean something. She wants to know how much weight she has in Han Qilu's heart.

But whether Han Qilu said yes or no, these two answers are for her good, right? Otherwise, he would not casually kill a stranger. Killer Ann chuxia's pupils shrink sharply.

Han Qilu Shu Er showed a wicked smile and said: "whether you want me to let go of that woman or not, my decision is She's dead. "

You, die, die, die! What Han Qilu said to her before suddenly appeared in her heart. Seeing Han Qilu's bloodthirsty eyes, Liu HaiHou's bright and white forehead unconsciously exuded a layer of fine sweat. This seemingly rebellious young master of the Han family doesn't seem to be what it looks like.

Maybe his arrogant temperament is not because of his personality, but because of He had this kind of supercilious qualification.

He's terrible An chuxia can't imagine if it wasn't for her mother who saved uncle Han, if Han Qilu didn't worry about this, would he send her to see the king of hell as soon as he was angry? Her body trembled at the thought, and her lips turned white.

"Are you cold?" Seeing that there was something wrong with her, Han Qilu asked softly. It's quite different from the angry look of the whole person just now. Sometimes she really doubts whether Han Qilu has schizophrenia or double personality neurosis.

Shaking her head, she went to the bed to get the picture frame on the cabinet beside her bed, which was the only picture of her mother. She had wanted to take it that day, but she was afraid that Aunt Han and uncle Han would feel bad luck. As a result, she has been convinced that the two elders of the Han family are very kind and gentle people, so she decided to take the photos away.

"That..." Carefully raised his head to look at Han Qilu, found that he was also looking at her, suddenly felt a thin layer of sweat in the palm of his hand.

"What's the matter?" Han Qilu looked at her naturally, and her eyes and eyebrows had returned to calm, like a pool of deep water, which made people wonder what he was thinking. In fact, he never wants to do anything.

Gently shaking the glass frame in his hand, an chuxia asked in a low voice, "can I take this back to the Han family? Put it in my room... " She was worried that Han Qilu would refuse, because people like him It's hard to talk!

Tightening his chin, his outline appears to be a little tight, raised his lips, he said faintly: "whatever you want, ask me what to do?" In fact, what he wants to say is "yes".

However, as soon as the words began to change, he began to feel annoyed.