Chapter 137: 【137】She is dead

An Chuxia's words made Han Qilu's heart tremble, and then he turned his head and looked at the closed window. The sky outside is still very clean, the blue is not dirty.
"So you don't plan to help her intercede, are you?" Han Qilu couldn't help but confirm again in the end. An Chuxia was taken aback, not knowing what Han Qilu's intention was, but she lowered her head and tightened her chin and thought about it carefully. She knew that perhaps her words could really save a life.
Lifting her head slightly, An Chuxia walked over to Shang Han Qilu's eyes and asked carefully: "Is it true that if I say I let her go, you will let her go?" Her words meant something, she wanted to know, in Han Qilu In her heart, how much weight does she hold.
But whether Han Qilu said yes or no, these two answers are for her good, right? Otherwise, he couldn't just casually kill someone he didn't know. Killer...An Chuxia's pupils shrank suddenly.
Han Qilu Jier showed a wicked smile and said, "Whether you want me to let the woman go or not, my decision is... she is dead."
An Chuxia, you, dead, settled! What Han Qilu had said to her before suddenly appeared in her heart. Seeing Han Qilu's bloodthirsty eyes, the smooth and white forehead behind the bangs unexpectedly oozes a layer of fine sweat. This seemingly rebellious young master of the Han family doesn't seem to be what it seems.
Perhaps his arrogant temperament is not because of his personality, but because...he has such arrogant qualifications.
He was terrible... An Chuxia couldn't imagine that if it wasn't because his mother saved Uncle Han, if Han Qilu hadn't cared about this, would he send her to see the King of Hades when he was angry? Her body trembled when she thought of this, and her lips were a little pale.
"Are you cold?" Han Qilu asked softly, seeing that something was wrong with her. It was totally different from the hostile appearance of the whole person just now. Sometimes she really wonders if Han Qilu has schizophrenia or dual personality neurosis.
Shaking her head, she walked to the bed and picked up the photo frame on the bedside cupboard. On it was the only picture of her mother. She originally wanted to take it away that day, but she was afraid that Aunt Han and Uncle Han would feel bad. In the past few days, she has been convinced that the two elders of the Han family are very kind and gentle people, so she decided to take the photos away.
"That..." Carefully raised his head and looked at Han Qilu, and found that he was also looking at her, and suddenly felt a thin layer of sweat on his palms.
"What's the matter?" Han Qilu looked at her naturally, his brows had returned to calmness, like a deep water that made people wonder what he was thinking. He is actually a very thoughtful person, and you will never guess what he wants to do or say.
Gently shook the glass photo frame in her hand, An Chuxia asked in a low voice: "Can I take this back to Han's house? Put it in my room..." She was worried that Han Qilu would refuse, because he was... It's hard to talk!
Tightening his chin, his outline seemed a little tight, and he raised his lips and said faintly: "Whatever you want, ask me what?" In fact, what he wanted to say was'Yes.'
However, the taste changed as soon as he spoke, and he began to secretly annoyed again.