My Devil Young Master

She turned around and entered the living room. Under the bright light in the living room, she frowned to man Kui and sat on the sofa she had made before. Han Guanjia was bending his knees to wipe medicine for her.

"Hiss -" he took a deep breath to the vine Kui: "housekeeper Han, can you be gentle? In the past, when I went to ride a bicycle with Qilu to wear the skin on my knee, you were much better than now

An chuxia even if again stupid again stupid also know to man Kui this words obviously is intentionally said to her. An chuxia didn't want to be like her, but she couldn't help biting her teeth. Although the face is still hanging that brilliant smile, but the eyes are deep. This subtle change, all to the eye fundus of vine sunflower. "What's your name?" she said

Noticing that Han Qilu is not in the living room, an chuxia smiles and goes to the sofa opposite to the vine Kui and sits down. The smell of the strong fall injury ointment reaches her nose tip, causing an chuxia a burst of nausea.

"I, my name is early summer, early summer, early summer." An chuxia lightly picked an eyebrow: "are you familiar with Han Qilu before? But why didn't I hear him mention you? "

To the corner of the mouth of vine Kui more and more raised: "I and seven records Ah She gave a slight look, and her cheek red face turned a little pale.

"I'm sorry, Miss Xiang. Just now my eyes were blurred and my hands were a little heavy." Han housekeeper stood up apologetically: "the medicine has been on, but it hurt the tendon. It's OK to have a good rest for a few days."

An chuxia knows that housekeeper Han is intentional and doesn't want to let him go on.

"Call your assistant and ask if she's coming." Han Qilu didn't know when he came out of the bedroom and changed into a light blue household clothes. It just goes with the light blue dress that Ann chuxia changed.

Although an chuxia didn't notice this, she did. After a glance between an chuxia and Han Qilu, they looked calm: "Qilu, I think, or black clothes are suitable for you."

"If it's always black, it's boring, isn't it? Call. " Han Qilu didn't want to tell her more. She just went to an chuxia and sat down: "look at you. You don't pay attention to hygiene. Go and wash your hands. It's oily and looks like a pig's hoof."

When he said this, Han Qilu was frowning, but there was no disgust between his eyebrows. Instead, he indulged in it slowly.

An chuxia glared at him in a bit of displeasure. He just got up. When Yu Guang saw Xiang man Kui, he gave up the idea of washing his hands. Then he stretched out "pig's hoof" and grabbed Han Qilu's collar: "who pig's hoof do you say?"

Han Qilu's clothes just changed were stained with two oily fingerprints. After a deep look at an chuxia, his eyebrows twitched, and finally even the corner of his mouth also smoked: "outsiders are here. Listen to my husband's words, wash your hands and be good."

This is an chuxia's comfort. Yu Guang looks at the hand of Ma Kui holding the mobile phone slightly trembling. With a smile, she stands up to wash her hands and sings a song: "the boundless horizon is my love..."

Han housekeeper just packed the medicine box. Seeing Han Qilu's obvious attitude, he felt more satisfied. Young master, finally can do really forget to the vine sunflower.

See housekeeper Han left the living room to put the medicine box, to man Kui's look changed, injured looking at Han Qilu: "Qilu, do you have to do this on purpose?"