Master Devil Don’t Kiss Me

"My phone number?" Basali repeated the words of Butler Han, asking her heart to say, could it be her father who called? But Dad knew her mobile phone number, how could he call to the living room?

Seeing that Barsari hadn't moved, the housekeeper Han said again: "Miss Barsari, it's the young master's call. He said there is an urgent matter, so you can pick it up quickly."

After hearing the words of Han Butler, Barsari's doubts suddenly disappeared. But then he became suspicious again. Han Qilu never took the initiative to call her. He didn't even know her mobile phone number, so he called to the living room. But what does he want to do with himself?

An ominous premonition spread to her heart. The housekeeper Han, who stood at the door, kindly reminded: "Miss Barsari, don't let the young master wait in a hurry."

Gritting her teeth tightly, Basali glared at Butler Han, and said contemptuously: "Do you have a long memory of this old thing? How many times have I said it, call me young grandma! I won't remember again next time, you Just be careful!"

After that, she stopped looking at the housekeeper Han, walked out of the room and ran into the living room. Looking at the telephone receiver that was temporarily put aside by the housekeeper Han, her hand trembled slightly. Although I kept telling myself not to panic, her voice still betrayed her as soon as she said it. The original sharp voice was trembling.

"Hello...?" Barsari clutched the phone, while her other hand kept looping around the phone line.

From there came Han Qilu's voice with no warmth, as terrifying as a ghost from hell: "Bassari. I hope you can explain to me by yourself, instead of asking you."

This sentence broke Barcelona's last line of defense and hopes. This only shows that Han Qilu already knew. Basali bit her lower lip tightly, her face constantly changing. A misstep becomes an eternal hate. Is that the case?

No... she doesn't want Han Qilu to hate her, absolutely not! ! !

"I, I don't understand what you are talking about." Bassari bit her head lightly, but a tear oozes from the corner of her eye, which hangs on the corner of her eye and refuses to fall for a long time.

Han Qilu smiled coldly over there, his eyes were like thousands of years of ice, making people afraid to look directly. I'm afraid that if you meet, you will be dead!

Ling Hanyu originally didn't understand why Han Qilu didn't go to An Chuxia immediately, and even called someone with a mobile phone. At this moment, he completely understood that An Chuxia's disappearance was originally related to that ‘foreign goods’!

After pacing back and forth, seeing that Basari was still dead, the duck's mouth was hard and he didn't speak, so he spoke again. This time he didn't circumscribe, and said directly: "Listen to the woman, I only give you one last chance. Tell me where she is . As long as you say, I won’t hold you accountable. But if you still refuse to admit it, then let your father Buss bear the consequences, how about?”

"..." There was a moment of silence over there. But Han Qilu with the tip of his ears heard Bassari's gasping voice.

"I definitely said it best."

Han Qilu whispered, just as he was about to press the on-hook button, he heard Basali's heart-piercing cry. He frowned slightly, and there was a hint of impatience at the corner of his eye. After about half a minute, Basari's cry gradually became smaller, and her hoarse voice was followed: "She is in the ladies' toilet on the fourth floor of the teaching building."