My Devil Young Master

Deeply looked at an chenchuan, Han Qilu facial expression, and even hung a faint smile: "whatever you want."

Lengleng looked at Han Qilu left the back, an chenchuan felt that the whole head like paste, a mess. He thought that Han Qilu would be angry with him on the spot, or cold words to him, but how did not expect him to be so indifferent.

Is his mind wrong? Han Qilu doesn't like early summer?

If it's really wrong, it's good news for him. What's wrong with him?

"When you are free in early summer, you should often come to my father to play." Anyishan said kindly, but this kind of kindness is a disgrace to an chuxia. Because he wants to get along with the Han family, he calls himself his father. If he knew that his adopted daughter was his own daughter, what kind of expression would he have?

Maybe he'll push her away right away?

"I'll bring her here a lot." Han Qilu stepped forward to an chuxia and hugged her shoulder: "is it? My fiancee. "

In fact, he was trying to help an chuxia out of the siege, because an chuxia just fixed on looking at anyishan, like a wood, stupefied, did not answer anyishan's words.

After hearing the voice of Han Qilu, an chuxia came back to his mind. He turned his head and gave Han Qilu a grateful look. He turned his head again and said, "sorry, adoptive father, I was a little distracted just now."

She specially bit the word "adoptive father" very heavily.

Anyishan didn't hear of her abnormality and said goodbye to Han Liuhai with a smile. It was nine o'clock when I got back to Han's house. The meal was really long.

"The Lord and the lady are back?" Housekeeper Han stood at the gate and waited for them. As soon as he got off the bus, he looked after them. Han housekeeper has been working in the Han family for more than 40 years. He has been a doorman of the Han family since he was 10 years old.

It can be said that he grew up watching Han Qilu.

"Housekeeper Han." As soon as an chuxia got off the bus, he called to housekeeper Han: "where did you put my papers and books?"

Looking down for a few seconds, housekeeper Han said with a smile, "I've put it on the desk in your room."

She nodded and ran across the gravel road into the hall. In the hall, the lights are dim, and the huge crystal chandeliers shine on the hall as seductively as in the daytime. As soon as she finished the stairs, Han Qilu's voice came from the door of the hall.

"Anchusha, come to my room later." When she turned to look down, Han Qilu had already sat on the sofa and ate the fruit as if nobody was there. He didn't even look at her.

Strange. What are you doing in his room? Ann chuxia did not think about it. She had to go back to her room and draw out the key points in class tomorrow.

"Ah! It's nine o'clock! " Jiang Yuanyuan, like a Cixi, was carried in by Han Liuhai. After drinking such a small sip of red wine, she began to walk unsteadily.

"Yes, don't write a manuscript today, and go back to your room and have a good sleep. Otherwise, you will die of headache tomorrow. " Han Liuhai wants to persuade Jiang Yuanyuan not to write a manuscript, but Jiang Yuanyuan doesn't do it. He rejected Han Liuhai's suggestion and ran back to his room.

Originally, Han Liuhai was going to follow him, but when he saw Han Qilu sitting there gnawing at an apple, he went up to him and asked, "why is it so abnormal in early summer today? Is it about you? "