Master Devil Don’t Kiss Me: [332] I miss you, what should I do

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I heard these words, An Chuxia was full of black lines. Diarrhea... diarrhea again.

Can she say that she doesn't want to have diarrhea now, just wants to fill her stomach?

But since this is a lie caused by her, she has to bite the bullet and make up: "Well, thank you. It's almost all right, thank you for me, godfather and godmother."

"Okay. Rest early and hang up first."

"Yeah." She pursed her lips slightly, then hung up after saying thank you again. With a long sigh, the belly made a dissatisfied ‘coo’. Will you die if you eat less? She despised herself in her heart and walked out of the room holding her phone. I noticed that the phone also showed several missed calls, all of which were from Jiang Yuanyuan.

In the long corridor, all the lights that were originally bright have been turned off. Only every one meter away is a small light with a weak yellow light but enough to see the ground clearly.

Walking down the stairs in a familiar way, I saw that the lights in the hall were also turned off, only a white light still leaked from the crack in the door of Jiang Yuanyuan's writing room. In order not to affect others, she did not turn on the light, and then the light from the phone screen walked into the kitchen.

At this moment, the phone screen suddenly flickered, and when I picked it up, it turned out that Han Qilu was calling. This should be an overseas call, right? It is said that the phone bill for this kind of phone is very expensive...

Considering this, she hurriedly pressed the answer button. [Let the **** deduct more phone bills==]

"What are you doing?" He seemed tired, and his voice was mixed with a nasal sound that was not obvious but made her hear it right away. Meetings... will be really tired, right?

"I'm..." Saying that I went back to Han's house, and was looking for food in the kitchen? This is too embarrassing! With a curl of her lips, she decided to avoid talking: "You still care what I'm doing."

I opened a cabinet above, and it was empty. Just when she was about to shut down, she heard Han Qilu faintly say: "I miss you, what should I do?"

I don't know what these extremely ambiguous words are, and they are taken for granted from Han Qilu's mouth. It is like saying a statement about how the weather is today.

But even so, her heart trembled shamelessly. The hand closing the cabinet didn't consciously stiffen.

"Why don't you speak?" Han Qilu, who was in the United States, was holding a glass of red wine and swayed from side to side. The red red wine reflected a faint halo under the shining crystal chandelier in the hotel room, which was intriguing.

Han Qilu is standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking at the bustling streets of the United States below, holding a mobile phone and a glass of red wine. The lights below are dazzling, feasting, seemingly irrelevant to him.

An Chuxia closed the cabinet and squatted down to look for the cabinet below. After talking to Han Qilu for a long time, her resistance is obviously getting better and better. No matter how turbulent emotions are, it can be restored to normal all at once.

"What did you say?" She frowned, why she still had nothing to eat: "I said, Mr. Han Qilu, let me know something."

"Say."

Closed this cabinet and glanced into the cabinet on the right. It was full of pots, pans and pans. There was no way to fill the stomach.

"Bassari has left Han's house." She took a deep breath and stood up and looked around. Through the moonlight shining through the kitchen window, she could vaguely see the entire kitchen furnishings.