Chapter 136: 【136】His apology

Blinking suspiciously, An Chuxia suddenly understood. Staring at Han Qilu's sincere look, she shrugged and walked over to pat Han Qilu's shoulder and said, "Hey, I don't blame you either."
"Huh?" Han Qilu looked at her incomprehensibly: "What blames me?" He was referring to the excessive words he had said to An Chuxia before, especially to An Chuxia's mother. Perhaps he had always thought he had misunderstood her. He thought that An Chuxia's mother knew that she was about to die, so she tried to save her father, and then sent An Chuxia to their Han family.
He was wrong at the very beginning. But what does An Chuxia mean? Did she really blame him? Obviously he was so angry that time and gave him a slap in the face.
Why is this idiot so weird? She knew that she was wrong and asked her where he was wrong. Didn't she slap him? But since he asked so, why is she polite?
When she raised her head, she squinted her eyes like a money fan and asked, "Tell me, how much did you give the landlord's aunt? How many zeros did you write on that check?" This is what she is angry about, look at that The landlord's aunt looked surprised and she really wanted to rush to grab the check. But Han Qilu took her hand and left the scene
"One hundred thousand or one million, I forgot." He put on a very innocent look and asked her: "What's wrong?"
"What's wrong? What's wrong with you?!" An Chuxia said with her hands on her hips: "Why do you give her so much money? You might as well give it to me! You can't tell the difference between one hundred thousand and one million, how many people do you have? Doesn't money matter?"
At this moment, Han Qilu’s expression on his face didn’t know whether it was a smile or a sneer, but the corners of his mouth were slightly bent, but his eyes opened wide: "What do you mean?" He really didn't understand An Chuxia's meaning, she meant to think he was Is it too good to spend money too much, or is it...distressed about his money?
Whether it's the former or the latter, it's all for his good, right?
"I mean, you might as well give it to me!" Okay, now the truth comes out. An Chuxia frowned tightly, and his brows could completely kill a fly!
After a moment of stunned, Han Qilu laughed: "Don't worry, the money won't let her take it in vain, it's the funeral expenses for her." He didn't want to tell An Chuxia about this, but now he does it. There is no need to hide it. If An Chuxia stopped, he would still do it.
Looking at Han Qilu blankly, An Chuxia grinned like a fool: "Thank you!"
Han Qilu's pupils shrunk for a while, and there was an unnatural flash on his face. This is not the first time An Chuxia said thank you, but every time his chest was full, there was a strange feeling. Turning his head slightly to hide his emotions, Han Qilu asked in a low voice, "Why don't you intercede for her? I thought you were still very kind."
There was some irony in these words, and Han Qilu regretted it as soon as he said it. Every time, I don’t want to say that...
He moved his lips, he wanted to explain, but in the end he lifted his chin. What Han Qilu said was never taken back!
"Yeah." An Chuxia nodded: "I also thought that I was very kind, but kind people are always bullied. The reality tells me to be kind, but not too kind. I am not Tang Seng, and there is no Monkey King by my side to protect me. Guanyin Bodhisattva never existed, and God never existed."