Chapter 185: 【185】The messy Han Qilu (two thousand)

"It's not like that, Ou Xi, listen to me..." She was anxious to explain, and quickly took a few steps forward: "I am doing it for your own good. Listen to me. This happened before. Two good friends , Because of the words of Young Master Xiao, the two good friends of the past turned each other against each other. It is said that Young Master Xiao has been doing this kind of thing..."
Ou Xi couldn't listen anymore, she raised her hand and actually slapped Eurasian in the face: "You shut up! I don't want to hear anyone slander Young Master Xiao, not even the older sister!" After that, she turned and strode. After leaving, left Eurasian standing alone in the empty bathroom melancholy.
He reached out his hand and stroked his beaten cheek, a wounded light flashed across his eyes. This younger sister had no brains since she was a child, and this time she was really concerned about Master Xiao. She had never yelled at her as an older sister, but now she slapped her for a word from Young Master Xiao...what should I do? Can anyone tell her what she should do?
correct! Her dim eyes suddenly brightened. If she had mistaken the village girl from the countryside before, Master Xiao seemed to call her Xiao Chuxia. Xiao Chuxia's words...her brows suddenly stretched out, how could she forget, Xiao Chuxia, An Chuxia! Her school, Styland Royal College, is famous for An Chuxia!
Before, I just heard that she gave Young Master Han a slap in the face. Young Master Han did not get angry at all, but helped her when Mo Xinwei bullied her. I also heard that she seems to be Young Master Han's fiancée. If this is the case, we can definitely help them! After all, they have helped her, haven't they?
Seeing her clear eyes like Wang Qingquan, she shouldn't refuse her. That's the decision, go to her tomorrow and let her help!
In the Presidential Suite of the Murston Hotel, Han Qilu sat on the bedside with a helpless expression, watching An Chuxia feel sorry for her money over and over again: "Oh, my money, I won’t earn five a day in eight lifetimes. Thousands. Master BOSS...I was wrong. My money..."
The corners of Han Qilu's mouth twitched fiercely. He swore that this was the first time he saw someone drunk and cried for money. Did this woman fall into the money pile? What does she want money for? She lives in Han's house, eats well, drinks well and wears well, and has unlimited cards for her to use. What does she need money for? Could it be...
The nerves in the brain suddenly tightened. Could she move out? The drunk An Chuxia was crying bitterly while holding the soft pillow, and suddenly felt a gloomy cold light from behind poking her straight. Turning his head, his gaze was in a daze, and he threw himself into Han Qilu's arms: "Woo, mom, I'm cold..."
Originally, I was a little excited because of her action, this girl actually called him "mother"? I took a few deep breaths, suppressed my urge to strangle her, and told myself over and over again that I couldn't be true to a drunk person, and this calmed my anger.
"Master." The half-open door was suddenly knocked.
Looking down at An Chuxia, he wanted to go out, but was held tightly by her. His gaze softened suddenly, and he raised his eyes to look at the porch. He said in a low voice, "Come in."
"Yes, Master." The door was gently pushed open, and a waiter walked in respectfully carrying a bowl of soup, and stood at the entrance: "Master, this is the sober soup you want."
Glancing at the still steaming sober soup, he lifted An Chuxia up and stood still, but this guy was swaying, as if he would fall down accidentally. The hotel attendant on the side was about to step forward to help. Han Qilu frightened him away with a look: "So young master, I'm going out first. If you have anything to do, please dial the internal number."
After receiving Han Qilu's gaze, he slightly foreheaded, walked back to the hallway, and gently closed the door. After closing the door, the waiter let out a sigh of relief. The waiter who was on duty today refused to serve the sober soup, but now he finally understands why the kid is wrong. Because this young master... is really a terrible wife! How terrible? However, she was very gentle with that lady. Shaking his head, this is not what he could think of, turning around and leaving in a hurry.
"Hey, drink the soup first, so that your head won't dizzy and you won't cry. Okay?" His voice became incredibly gentle, and he felt strange even when he heard it. But the girl in her arms still moved her body uncomfortably: "Uuuuuu, my money."
Gritting your teeth, it seems that gentleness is not enough! Han Qilu picked up the sober soup, tightly enclosing her body with the other hand, and said coldly, "If you drink the soup, I will give you money, otherwise I will take all your money!"
After a few seconds of silence, he thought it worked. He just brought the hangover soup a little closer, and the person in his arms cried louder: "Ouuuuu, my mother has never been fierce to early summer. I don’t care about mother anymore in early summer. Woo..."
With a look of astonishment, this girl actually actually treated him as a mother. Well, just this time, just this time! When she wakes up, settle accounts with her one by one! Tightening his chin, Han Qilu's tone began to soften again. It is not difficult to hear that there is embarrassment in his voice: "Goodbye, drink the soup, mother will not be aggressive to you, okay? I will buy you a lot of things. , Give you a lot of money."
"Really?" An Chuxia stopped crying and looked at Han Qilu with wide eyes in confusion. The heat in her chest and throat made her very uncomfortable. My mind is also confused, I don't know what I'm talking about.
Slightly nodded: "Really, when did your mother lie to you?" He wrapped An Chuxia's hands into a fist shape. This girl is too to toss people! He decided that in the future, Atlantis will never launch any new Saturday cocktails!
Scratching her hair, An Chuxia smirked, "Yes, my mother never lied to me."
"Come on, have soup." He put the bowl close to An Chuxia's lips, she took only a sip, and her facial expression became complicated: "It's so weird, don't drink it in early summer!"
Han Qilu, who was on the verge of running away, was finally able to break through the only trace of reason she had left. She took a large mouthful of sober soup in her mouth and poured it into An Chuxia's mouth little by little.
The latter waved his little hand to avoid, but the tip of Han Qilu's tongue went deep. She was a little quieter now, but she was still moving wildly. As Han Qilu left her lips, he said loudly, slurred, "It's so bad..."
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