Chapter 696: Ghost?

An Chuxia suddenly realized that she didn't mind helping him with this matter.
People with Han Qilu's personality might not be able to say anything good to give a gift, so it's better to let her do it, so as to ease the relationship between their father and son.
Also... she misunderstood Han Liuhai and wanted to take this opportunity to reduce her inner guilt.
Thinking of this, An Chuxia readily agreed: "No problem, but...Can you reduce the number of days to be a maid?"
"Reduce?" Han Qilu raised his eyebrows, "An Chuxia, did I ask you to do any dirty work?"
An Chuxia thought for a while and shook his head.
"That's fine, just sleep!" Han Qilu reached out a chestnut and knocked An Chuxia on the head.
Then he turned and walked out of the room.
An Chuxia shrugged, resignedly came to the computer desk, opened the laptop and prepared to write a novel.
Seeing readers reminding them of bombers, she wrote for three hours. When I turned off my laptop and went to bed, the clock was already pointing to half past twelve.
It was probably too late, and she fell asleep as soon as she touched the pillow.
The next morning, the sun shined through the balcony and fell on the floor of the room. Outside the window, a wild bird fluttered its wings and landed on the balcony, making a creaking sound.
The alarm clock on the bedside table suddenly rang, and the bird on the balcony was frightened by the sudden sound, and immediately fluttered and flew away.
An Chuxia was awakened by the alarm clock, frowned and closed his eyes and reached out to turn off the alarm clock on the bedside table. Just when she was about to sleep for another five minutes, she turned around, but she touched a hand!
Drowsiness, all disappeared in this one. An Chuxia quickly opened his eyes reflexively, and Han Qilu's sleeping face was brought into view.
"Damn!" An Chuxia stretched her legs subconsciously, and Han Qilu, who was sleeping, was kicked out of bed by her and fell to the ground.
"Ah—" Han Qilu shouted, covering his head.
Realizing that it was Han Qilu, An Chuxia breathed a sigh of relief. She really thought it was a ghost just now!
"An Chuxia, what are you doing?! Murder her husband!" Han Qilu got up from the ground, looking at An Chuxia very upset and said.
An Chuxia made a "cut" and pulled the collar of his pajamas nonchalantly, and then said: "Who made you climb into my bed silently? Are you a pervert? Like to sneak into a girl's room in the middle of the night?"
The air in the early morning was very fresh, and the door to the balcony was forgotten in the early summer of last night, and there was a hint of coolness in the room.
Han Qilu rubbed his hands, crawled directly back to the bed from the ground, pulled the quilt and rolled himself up.
"Hey—talk!" An Chuxia poked Han Qilu's head with her hand (he only had his head exposed at the moment), and the latter glanced at her with half-dangling eyelids, then closed his eyes and continued to sleep.
"Hey--" An Chuxia called again.
The shouted Han Qilu didn't respond, but the door was knocked several times, and housekeeper Han's voice came: "Mother, what happened? Do I need to come in?"
"No, no," An Chuxia looked flustered, and hurriedly shouted at the door: "No, it's okay, I'm talking in sleep! Now I'm up."
She was afraid that Steward Han knew that she and Han Qilu slept together last night. Although nothing happened to them, she still felt awkward. After all, she is still a pretty girl!
"Okay. Breakfast is ready. You and the young master can come down to eat after getting up." Han Butler's words are not surprising, and the words clearly reveal that he already knew Han Qilu was sleeping here.
Then, there was no sound outside the door.