My Devil Young Master

Nodding, an chuxia did not have any doubts, casually took a black dress into the bathroom, but also carefully locked the door. A few minutes later, she changed her clothes and opened the door, only to see Han Qilu lying on the big soft bed with a tired face. Strange, is he tired?

If he was drunk, he brought himself here. Thank him for that. Forget it, an chuxia shakes her head. Anyway, he's such a noble child, he won't be angry because she didn't say thank you, right? Lightly walked to the bed, he changed into a white casual clothes. Gently sat on the edge of the bed, her eyebrows frowned slightly.

This boy is a natural clothes shelf, wearing a black shirt, he does not wear an old-fashioned feeling, but gives a mature and stable temperament. It's like black is a custom-made color for him. But now put on the white shirt, also did not give a person with a small white face of the weak feeling, but let people naturally feel that he is an angel like person. Angel? She was dumbfounded and laughed at her own thoughts.

The devil is the devil. How can it be an angel? Covering his mouth and chuckling, Han Qilu opened his eyes, facing her smiling eyes. Eyes a Lin, indifferent way: "smile what?"

With a smile on her face, an chuxia pulled the corners of her mouth and said, "I'm laughing Han Qilu, in the face of a girl you have known for less than a week, can you lie in bed and sleep calmly? Not afraid of her Are you strong? "

Her slightly sarcastic tone made Han Qilu a little displeased. She sat up and said, "if you are willing to force Jian me, I will certainly not refuse." With that, he raised his eyebrows provocatively and looked at her.

Sure enough, her face in the next second on the fire like red. Grabbing the pillow next to her, she smashed it on Han Qilu: "you are a stinky rascal

The pillow was easily avoided by Han Qilu. He stood up and calmly said, "are you short of money?"

An chuxia a Leng, mouth slightly open, want to throw pillow action suddenly stopped. Looking at Han Qilu's evil face, she calmed down her mood. How could he know she was short of money? Now she has completely believed what Han Qilu said. She was drunk. Otherwise, how could he know that she was short of money

"No one will think that money is enough, but I really do not lack money, because there is no place to use money," he said

Looking back to an chuxia, she is soft and pure with a playful face, and can't see any flaws. Finally, he took a step forward, reached for her chin, and said menacingly, "an chuxia, before I want to let go of you, you are not allowed to leave me, otherwise, I will make you pay a serious price!"

The tough attitude made an chuxia stunned, and his anger "whoosh" breathed on his chest: "what are you? What does it mean I'm not allowed to leave until you want to let go of me? Give you a little face, you really treat yourself as an emperor?! I am an Chu Xia is not a person who can be manipulated by others. I can do what I want! "

"Is it?" His expression is low, let a person can't help but fear, an chuxia fiercely swallows mouth saliva, forced to calm to his cold eye way: "yes!"