My Devil Young Master

"I know." He answered lightly, without any waves. It seems that the three words basali did not arouse his interest at all.

Turning around and seeing the refrigerator, an chuxia walked over a few steps: "so I moved back."

"I know." Is still a faint voice, make complaints about Han's early summer because of his attitude, and suddenly came to the voice of early summer Tucao.

"Damn it! Even the refrigerator is empty! Isn't this a total killing She suddenly closed the empty refrigerator, and then yelled at her mobile phone: "Han Qilu, how do your domestic servants do things?"?! That's too stingy, isn't it? "

Just then she heard a sound coming from the hall and lowered her voice in a hurry: "wait a minute."

She did not turn off her mobile phone, but secretly walked to the kitchen door to look out. Jiang Yuanyuan came to the hall to take an apple and then went back to her studio and closed the door.

Then I came out of the kitchen with a sigh of relief. So she went to the fruit tray in the living room, took two apples and ran back to the room quickly. This feeling, not to mention, is really a bit like being a thief!

Sitting on the soft leather sofa in her room, she gasped. Instead, he nibbled on the fruit.

"No supper?" Suddenly, a voice came from the mobile phone, which reminded her that it was not turned off.

"Well..." She yawned, wondering when the guy would hang up. I knew I should have turned off my cell phone just now.

There was silence for a moment: "hang up first."

"Ah?" Without waiting for her to respond, a busy tone has been sent from the mobile phone, followed by the screen display: the word of the end of the call.

This man Crazy? I called her for no reason, and I didn't hang up. She didn't believe in the patience of Han Qilu. She could wait until she slipped out of the kitchen, ran upstairs to her room and nibbled at apples.

She understands his patience. And the only explanation is This demon lord is nervous again.

Leaving her mobile phone aside, she chewed on some apples. However, she always remembered Han Qilu's saying, "I miss you, what should I do?"

In the end, when she finally finished eating an apple and was ready to publish something, she posted the three thousand words.