My Devil Young Master

On the forehead, no, not only on the forehead, but also the blue veins on the neck. Don Kay, you bitch! Why didn't she expect to break her hand at that time?! The tyrant? Pooh! But this nickname is still very domineering. Why haven't you heard of it before?

An chuxia's face changed constantly, and Han Qilu finally couldn't help laughing. Because of his effort to suppress his smile, an chuxia changed his posture from lying on his back to the posture of Buddha sitting in meditation, staring angrily at Han Qilu: "smile! You laugh again? Watch your tongue

For an chuxia's venomous tongue, he picked his eyebrows with disapproval, and gradually faded the smile on his face, and continued to drive with a plain face. But an chuxia still saw that his eyes were still wantonly spreading a smile. Asshole!

Quiet for a while, an chuxia swallowed his saliva and got down from the car seat very seriously. Then he quickly climbed to the co driver's seat and turned to ask Han Qilu, "what did that bitch say to you just now?"

"Bitch?" She read her name to don Kay, and, uh, the smell of unpleasant perfume is really cheap. But I have to say that the jokes she provided were really funny.

He had completely recovered his plain face and could not see any emotion. He just held the steering wheel in one hand, took out his mobile phone with the other hand and dialed a number. Han Qilu's car can be directly connected to the mobile phone. Soon, there was a loud sound in the car: "hello?"

"Reserve two seats for me. I'll be right here." The king spoke like a king, and the original loud voice there suddenly died down, and then he heard the sound of his deep breath.

"Yes! a young master! Is it necessary to clear the venue? " Compared with the previous voice, the man is more formal and respectful. It's no wonder that Han Qilu is so arrogant that they are all used to it. Since childhood, most of them have been served as emperors, whose psychology will not be distorted?

"No need." Press a key in the car and the phone will be hung up immediately.

Aiming at Han Qilu, an chuxia asked in a low voice: "where are you going? We're going to make a reservation. What's the reservation? " Bowling shouldn't be just two people. If it's just two people, it's embarrassing. Her work, her freedom!!!

"Eat." He said two words lightly. Han Qilu pressed a button in the train, and a burst of jazz echoed in the car. Like an chuxia, who has no artistic talent, she only thinks that listening to this kind of boring music is better than listening to Phoenix Legend's "the most dazzling national style". But she did not dare to express her dissatisfaction.

After a few minutes, she still can't help but ask the exit: "what did that bitch say to you?"

As if to deliberately hang her appetite, Han Qilu squinted at her, and the corners of his mouth jokingly raised: "you guess it."

What kind of medicine is sold in this gourd! She turned her head and said with a sad smile, "she doesn't mean I killed people, does she? I've really killed people. What's the matter? " She didn't get angry at the mention of that slut.

Obviously, it was Tang Kay who deliberately threw her Chinese book away. She was angry and pulled her arm And it's just dislocated, there's no fracture! Do evil! It's all over the place.

Han Qilu still did not speak, the smile of the corner of the mouth was obvious again.