Master Devil Don’t Kiss Me: [272] Okay, he is yours

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However, Han Qilu didn't want to let her go. He stretched out his hand to clasp her wrist and pulled her back. As soon as An Chuxia looked up, she just hit Han Qilu's angry eyes.

There was a sudden shock in the bottom of her heart. She faintly looked away and said softly: "I don't want to explain, because nothing happened."

"Oh?" Han Qilu said coldly: "So, you mean, what do you really want to happen?"

An Chuxia's eyes trembled a little, and she raised those eyes to meet Han Qilu's eyes again, and her lips opened slightly. As soon as she was about to say something, Han Qilu rushed to her and said coldly again: " Don’t forget who you are!"

Identity? An early summer was taken aback. What identity does he mean? Han Qilu's fiancee? Huh...

A sarcasm flashed under my eyes, and a mocking smile faintly evoked at the corner of his mouth. Fiancee? But seeing Han Qilu's expression slightly changed, the outline of his face became tighter. Following his gaze, An Chuxia turned her head to see that Basali was getting out of the car Han Qilu was sitting in.

Looking more closely, Basali's face was full of discomfort, staring at her tightly, her eyes resentfully seeming to tear her apart alive.

Of course, she has no fear, and the smile at the corner of her mouth seems deeper. As soon as he raised his head, he met Han Qilu's gaze again, only to see that Han Qilu was also looking back at her. So he said in a timely manner: "Master Qilu, don't forget your identity."

As she approached, before his face changed, she had turned around and walked towards Bassari—the car next to him.

When she passed by Basari, she clearly heard Basari say to herself: "An Chuxia, Qilu is mine!"

This sentence, it seems that Mo Xinwei has also said to her.

——Even if you use that method, you don’t want to get Qilu's heart! Because... he is mine! "

Sure enough, they all talk the same, are they not creative? Just let it be a little harder, her little heart can still bear it. But it doesn't matter... it doesn't matter to her.

An Chuxia only paused for a while, then turned to a bright smile, and faintly replied with a voice that only Basali could hear: "Okay, he belongs to you."

Now, are you satisfied? She curled the corners of her mouth, opened the car door indifferently, bent over and sat down on the back seat.

"Young lady, don't mind, the lady said...this Miss Bassari is going to leave sooner or later, let me bring you a word first, saying that I have wronged you recently." Obviously, Jiang Yuanyuan was on her side.

An Chuxia was stunned, looking at the housekeeper Han sitting in the driver's seat, without replying, just bowed her head hollowly, stirring her fingers continuously. I wondered whether or not to tell Jiang Yuanyuan that after she had collected enough money, even if Basali left, she would not return to Han's house?

She began to hesitate again, from the initial determination to the current hesitation, she changed so quickly.

At the same time, Basali outside the car quickly ran to Han Qilu who was standing still and said displeasedly: "Qilu, so you said you were waiting for someone to wait for her? And why did you get off the car? Don’t let me get out of the car when you’re in, I’m yours..."