Master Devil Don’t Kiss Me

Jiang Yuanyuan's remarks were indeed a little bit too far, but it was very comfortable in An Chuxia's ears, but she did not dare to intervene. Finally, he raised his eyes and glanced at Basari, who was purplish-faced with anger, and said, "I wish you a happy stay at Han's house, Mommy, I will go to your writing room to see my writing."

"Okay, you go, Mommy will make you a cup of coffee." Smiling and watching An Chuxia enter her writing room, Jiang Yuanyuan's face changed and said stiffly: "Housekeeper Han, prepare a room for this lady. Room, don’t have to be troublesome, just find a room for her, she won’t stay long."

Seeing this weird atmosphere, butler Han shook his head slightly, went to the entrance of the hall, picked up Basari's things and went up the stairs. If he can choose, he must be his young lady in early summer, because how does Barsari look like a big lady.

Of course, he doesn't have the right to speak, so he has to bow his head and do things.

"Mom, apologize to her." Just when Jiang Yuanyuan was about to go to the kitchen to make coffee, Han Qilu grabbed Jiang Yuanyuan's arm and said coldly. This cooperation case is related to the reputation of the Han Group. For the company's consideration, he can't treat Bassari badly. But as long as the cooperation case is concluded, then this will be the day Barsari will leave.

A glimmer of joy flashed in his eyes, and Basali's expression eased, and he hurriedly pulled Han Qilu's hand to hold Jiang Yuanyuan homeopathically: "It's okay, auntie, I know you may not know me enough, but slowly you will..."

"Let's talk about it." She shook Barsari's hand and went into the kitchen on her own. The maids around them also did their own things, and didn't want to pay attention to Bassari at all.

This situation and this scene are all Han Qilu can predict. Glancing in the direction of the writing room without a trace, Han Qilu took Basali's hand upstairs: "Take you to choose a room. My mother is such a child with a temper. You can get used to it."

Basali nodded immediately: "It's okay, why should I be angry with my aunt? Anyway, I will be long in Japan, and my aunt will always like me."

Han Qilu didn't comment on Barsari's words and did not answer. Although he took Basali's hand, his mind was full of the indifferent face of An Chuxia. Is she really so indifferent to the appearance of Basali?

With cold eyes, they came to the second floor. Basali was also welcome, and opened the rooms on both sides.

"This is my room." Han Qilu naturally blocked Barsari before she opened the door. From the bottom of his heart, he didn't like Barsari entering his room.

The scene of that day suddenly appeared in his mind. He accidentally tore off An Chuxia's clothes, and his bath towel was torn off by her and fell to the ground. The two people fell to the ground in a super ambiguous posture... His eyes could not help but change. Blurred. That girl, seems to have seen it. The corner of his mouth was about to hook, and suddenly I heard Basali's voice not far away.

"Huh? Whose room is this? I want this one!" Hearing the voice, Han Qilu quickly walked over, but saw Basali preparing to walk into An Chuxia's room. His face was stunned, and he quickly took a few steps forward to grab Basali's hand and pulled out without mercy, and closed the door.

"What's the matter?" Barsari looked aggrieved, and looked at Han Qilu pitifully.