Chapter 592: Ginger soup

"Qilu! So you are here!" It was Xiang Mankui's voice, and An Chuxia's hands were dressed. The soundproofing effect of this door is very poor, and she can hear it clearly.
"Where did you go?" It was Han Qilu's voice, his tone seemed a bit cold.
"I just..." Xiang Mankui paused before continuing: "I went to see that little girl just now, and I blamed me for not taking good care of that child. She just fell into the water. I won't go see her and feel bad."
"It's none of your business, you don't need to feel sorry. Don't you still have an announcement tonight? Go back to City A first, and I won't send you off." Han Qilu's tone was still a bit cold.
At that time, An Chuxia had already changed his clothes, he hesitated and opened the door, pretending to hear nothing, and said to Han Qilu, "I changed it."
"Are you okay?" Xiang Mankui said without answering, and then said: "Then I will go back first, you remember to drive carefully on the road."
Han Qilu nodded and watched Xiang Mankui leave.
Until Xiang Mankui walked to the end of the corridor, An Chuxia said, "May I ask you a question."
Han Qilu turned his head to look, fixedly looking at her: "You can ask."
An Chuxia took a deep breath and said, "Why do I think you don't love her."
After a long time, Han Qilu said, "Why do you think I don't love her."
"I don't know." An Chuxia shook her head: "Han Qilu, you are getting more and more difficult for me to understand."
"Really?" Han Qilu smiled wryly: "You go back to the room and blow on the air conditioner to avoid catching a cold."
With that, he turned around and left, An Chuxia sneezed again. A cold is not a good thing, she had to go back to the room quickly. She had a hunch that the things she was puzzled about would soon have results.
After leaving the door of the room, Han Qilu walked up the stairs. The second floor was where the children slept.
There were many people standing at the door of a room. Han Qilu quickly walked to the door and asked, "Is that kid who fell into the water here?"
Seeing that it was Han Qilu, the staff quickly nodded enthusiastically and led him into the room. In the room, a little girl with big eyes was sitting on the dean's lap and crying. As she cried for too long, her eyes were swollen and she looked even more affectionate.
After walking in, Han Qilu didn't say much, but walked forward and reached out and touched the little girl's head.
The dean's expression looked a little stiff, as if he was afraid of something.
"What's her name?" Han Qilu asked while touching the little girl's soft hair.
"Children." The dean said, looking at Han Qilu and asking: "Is Miss An all right?"
"En." Han Qilu removed his hand and nodded: "This little girl is really beautiful. The accounts have been checked. It seems that the dean is a clean person, but, how do I feel what the dean said to me? , Few sentences are true?"
The dean was shocked and gritted his teeth and said: "I don't know what you are talking about."
"Just forget it if you don't know." Han Qilu said with a faint smile: "It's getting late, and there is nothing fun here, then I will go back. I hope you are healthy."
The dean's body was shocked again.
In the end, Han Qilu didn't forget to add: "Don't worry, I am not the kind of person who blames sinners."
After speaking, he strode out of the room and walked downstairs.
After returning to Han's house, Han Qilu parked the car at the door and threw the car key to the bodyguard, who walked directly into the hall. An Chuxia followed strangely, only to hear him tell the servant to run the soup.
Ginger is an anti-cold. An Chuxia felt grateful, but Han Qilu was hiding too much from her, and her brows couldn't stretch.