My Devil Young Master

"Dongyu, many things are not as simple as they seem." Han Qilu suddenly said.

Hearing this, Liu Dongyu sat up straight and argued, "I don't understand. You don't like her. It's not your fault. She committed suicide because she didn't cherish her life. Isn't it that simple? "

Han Qilu shook his head and focused on the road ahead: "you don't know who Xiang man Kui is, I can be very clear. She's not suicidal. She's demonstrating

"Demonstration?" Liu Dongyu was shocked: "are there still people demonstrating with their own lives?"

"Isn't it very common?" Han Qilu looks as usual: "Xiang mankui is absolutely able to do this kind of thing. If she wants to see me in the future, or if she has something to help me with, if I don't agree, as long as she blows up the things she once committed suicide for me, Han's stock will drop several points. "

Several of them sound small, but they're all hundreds of millions! No matter how rich and powerful Han is, he can't stand the malicious slander of a man with a heart.

Of course, Liu Dongyu doesn't know.

"Well Are you going to listen to her from now on? " Liu Dongyu asked hesitantly.

Han Qilu disdained to quibble: "if she really dare to do that, unless she is in the end. But even if she does, what she has destroyed is the future of herself and her family, and Han's loss will soon be made up for. "

If a vicious news can bring down Hanshi, then Hanshi is not worthy to be the leader of a city.

"Then why are you right "Because of guilt." Without waiting for Liu Dongyu to ask about the exit, Han Qilu directly replied: "no matter how to say, her suicide has nothing to do with me. Although Xiang's family is in decline, it still has a little influence. If I'm not polite, it's very difficult for Xiang's family. "

Liu Dongyu doesn't understand.

In his former life, there were only two things, fighting and surfing the Internet. He saw too little of the dark side of his life.

When I got back to Han's house, it was already 4:00 in the morning. Han Qilu walked up the stairs with tired face, but saw an chuxia sitting at the door of his room.

Suddenly, such a person appeared at the door of the room. If the moonlight was not bright tonight, Han Qilu would be scared by her.

When he stepped forward, an chuxia was still motionless. Thinking of lying on the ground motionless to man Kui, Han Qilu was suddenly a little flustered.

He squatted down and reached for an chuxia's breath.

Breathe evenly. Han Qilu heaved a sigh of relief.

The last person to talk to man Kui before he committed suicide was him. If Xiang Mangui died, he would be taken to investigate by the police. So when he saw the blood all over the ground, he was really flustered.

But that kind of confusion is not the same as when he noticed that an chuxia was still.

I fell asleep here.

Han Qilu reached out and stroked her cheek. Her hair was a little disordered. He wanted to reach out and trim it. Just at this time, an chuxia's head slightly deviated, just avoiding his hand.

The next second, an chuxia quickly opened his eyes, eyes like a cat awakened by the cry of a mouse.

Afraid to frighten her, Han Qilu almost opened her eyes and said, "it's me."

The lights in the corridor were turned off, and only a little moonlight came in through the window at the end of the corridor, paving a hazy light here.