My Devil Young Master

An chuxia suddenly realized that she didn't mind helping him.

Han Qilu, who is of this character, may not be able to say anything good about a gift. It is better to let her give it to ease the relationship between their father and son.

And then there is She misunderstood Han Liuhai and wanted to take this opportunity to reduce her guilt.

Thinking of this, an chuxia readily agreed: "no problem, but Can you reduce the number of days I'm a maid? "

"Less?" Han Qilu picked his eyebrows: "an Chu Xia, did I ask you to do any dirty work?"

An chuxia thought about it and shook her head.

"That's enough. Sleep in your sleep." Han Qilu reached for a chestnut and knocked an chuxia's head.

Then he turned and walked out of the room.

Ann chuxia shrugged, came to the computer desk, opened the laptop, ready to write a novel.

She spent three hours writing when she watched the readers rush for more. By the time I turn off my laptop and go to bed, the clock is already at half past twelve.

It was probably too late. She fell asleep as soon as she got on the pillow.

The next morning, the sun shone on the balcony and landed on the floor of the room. Outside the window, a wild bird fluttered its wings and landed on the balcony, making a chirping sound.

The alarm clock on the bedside table suddenly rang, and the birds on the balcony were frightened by the sudden sound and flew away with flapping wings.

An chuxia was awakened by the alarm clock, frowning and closing her eyes, reaching out to turn off the alarm clock on the bedside table. Just as she was about to sleep for another five minutes, she turned around and touched a hand!

Sleepiness, in this one all disappear. The condition of Han's eye opening is to open the eyes quickly.

"Shit!" An chuxia subconsciously stretches her legs, and Han Qilu is kicked out of bed and falls to the ground.

"Ah --" Han Qilu called and covered his head.

Realizing that it was Han Qilu, an chuxia breathed a sigh of relief. She thought she was a ghost!

"Anchuxia, what are you doing?! Murder your husband Han Qilu got up from the ground and looked at an chuxia unhappily.

An chuxia "cut" a, as if nothing happened to pull the collar of the pajamas, and then said: "who let you quietly climb into my bed? Are you a pervert? Like to sneak into a girl's room in the middle of the night

The air in the early morning is particularly fresh. In addition, I forgot to close the balcony door last night in early summer. There is a trace of coolness in the room.

Han Qilu rubbed his hands, climbed directly back to the bed from the ground, pulled the quilt and rolled himself up.

"Hello - talk!" An chuxia reaches out and pokes Han Qilu's head (he only has his head exposed at the moment), while the latter looks at her with half drooping eyelids, then closes his eyes and continues to sleep.

"Hello -" an chuxia called again.

Han Qilu did not respond to this cry, but the door was knocked several times, and Han housekeeper's voice came: "little grandma, what's the matter? Do you want me in? "

"No, no, No An chuxia looks flustered and shouts to the door: "no, it's OK. I'm talking in my sleep! Get up now

She was afraid that housekeeper Han knew that she was sleeping with Han Qilu last night. Although nothing happened to them, she still felt uncomfortable. After all, she is still a pretty girl!

"Yes. Breakfast is ready. You and the young master can come down to eat after you get up. " Han housekeeper's words are not surprising and endless, the words clearly revealed that he had already known Han Qilu was sleeping here.

Then there was no sound outside.