Chapter 135: 【135】Sorry

Hearing Han Qilu's words, the middle-aged woman nodded her head hurriedly: "Wait, you guys, I'll go find the key, I put it on the counter!"
Her ugly smile made An Chuxia feel sick. She didn't speak, and watched indifferently as the landlord aunt ran into the fruit shop to search for the keys. Her hand suddenly warmed, her cold hand was wrapped in Han Qilu's big hand, and as soon as she looked up, Han Qilu bent down and kissed her lips like a dragonfly. After a while, she fell in her ear and said, "The future of the Han group Mrs. President, your lips are so sweet."
In an instant, An Chuxia blushed and kicked him in the foot when he saw his slack look. But the start was not very heavy, but Han Qilu still pretended to be grinning.
"Hey, you call the murder of your husband!" He pouted dissatisfiedly and looked at An Chuxia who was snickering. Turning around, the landlord's aunt had found the key and took it out.
"This is the key to the room, don't let me accompany you back. Anyway, there are no customers in the store." After changing her arrogant and arrogant look, her dog-legged look is more exaggerated than Ann Chuxia.
Han Qilu took the key from the landlord’s aunt, stared straight into her eyes, then took out a blank cheque from his pocket again calmly, and took out a pen that he didn’t know where it was changed and wrote on it. A series of numbers were thrown in front of the landlord’s aunt and said: "Thank you for taking care of my fiancée before. This is what you deserve."
The landlord’s aunt picked up the check on the floor, her mouth wide open. Those few zeros were enough for her to open dozens of fruit shops. Do not! There are dozens of super large fruit shops.
"Let's go, dear." Han Qilu pulled An Chuxia's slender wrist and turned and walked away. His eyes were unusually flat, but no one could see the killing intent behind his plain eyes. This is the last compensation he gave to this woman, because she...will die soon! She has to pay for her insulting An Chuxia!
Back in the rental house in early summer, she came to her senses. When Han Qilu opened the door with the key, she cried out uncomfortably, "Han Qilu, are you sick?"
Han Qilu ignored her and prepared to walk into the room after opening the door. Unexpectedly, as soon as I stepped in, I bumped my head into the door frame and made a heavy noise: "It hurts! Why is this door so low!"
Rolled his eyes to look at Han Qilu: "Do you think we are poor people like yours? You have to bow your head when you enter the door. This is for you to learn to bow your head at the right time!" After An Chuxia squeezed Han Qilu and approached his house, The air inside is mixed with a good smell, which is the smell of camphor.
As it was not long before leaving, there was not much dust in the room, but it seemed a little empty and empty. Han Qilu walked in with his head down, only to find that there were only two rooms they rented. One bathroom, one bedroom. There is still a gas stove in the bedroom!
Obviously the kitchen and bedroom are merged. She actually grew up in such an environment... After taking a look, the room was small, but it didn't feel crowded. He walked to a table in silence, and there was only this table and two stools in the entire room.
In his mind, I imagined An Chuxia eating on this table and sleeping on this table, and his heart was suddenly very melancholy.
"I'm sorry." An Chuxia turned her head and saw Han Qilu looking at her. Sorry? Why did he suddenly say sorry?