Master Devil Don’t Kiss Me: [032] Mother-child conversation
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But right now, Jiang Yuanyuan's horrifying eyeballs were staring at him. Unless he can escape from the ground, Liu will definitely not slip away.
In spite of this, he still looked as usual, pretending to know nothing, deliberately ignoring the horrible gaze like Sadako, and walked up the stairs to himself. But if you are more careful, you can notice that Han Qilu's entire back is stiff.
I have to admit that he has nothing to do with Jiang Yuanyuan!
"Where are you going?" Jiang Yuanyuan raised her voice, almost frightening Han Qilu, who was extremely nervous.
He stopped right now, resignedly turned around and looked at Jiang Yuanyuan and asked, "Go back to the room and sleep."
Hearing this answer, Jiang Yuanyuan was so angry that she couldn't speak for a while, but seeing that Han Qilu was about to change her body again, she took a deep breath and tried her best to stay calm and said: "You wait. Come with me."
Jiang Yuanyuan turned and walked in one direction, and Han Qilu had to follow. Is this the tranquility before the storm? Jiang Yuanyuan greeted a maid casually and whispered a few times in her ear. The maid glanced at Han Qilu, and when she saw Han Qilu looking at her, she quickly retracted her gaze, nodded to Jiang Yuanyuan, and walked forward. open.
Looking at the maid's back, Han Qilu felt that one person was missing.
"Where is housekeeper Han?" He walked up to Jiang Yuanyuan and looked around, but did not find housekeeper Han.
"Didn’t you know that he has a son last time? I asked him to go to his son’s place to pack things now. He will probably go to school with you tomorrow, and he will live at home with Han Qilu from now on." Jiang Yuanyuan said He lifted his right hand into a fist shape, and tapped the dining table twice with the bent joints of his fingers: "Sit down."
Han Qilu realized that Jiang Yuanyuan had brought him to the table.
I patronized Xiao Mingluo and talked to Xiao Mingluo about his elder brother and his company when it was brilliant tomorrow. I didn’t eat much at all. When I went to eat Korean food with Xiang Mankui, I didn’t eat much. I'm really hungry.
But he didn't believe that Jiang Yuanyuan would be so good to him, so he invited him to dinner.
But shouldn't the conversation place be a sofa not far away, what are you doing at the table?
Although he felt puzzled, Han Qilu obediently pulled a chair at the dining table and sat down. They didn’t know what kind of wood the dining table chairs were made of. They were heavy and difficult to move with just one hand. of.
"Sit here?" Han Qilu asked tentatively, Jiang Yuanyuan just sat on the side in silence, as if waiting for something.
He had to wait too.
An Chuxia went upstairs carefully carrying a plate of grapes. Even the fruit plate used to hold the fruit in the Han family was quite expensive. Breaking one might not have a second one in the world.
Walking to the door of the study, An Chuxia remembered Jiang Yuanyuan's request, and knocked on the door a few times with one hand. Han Liuhai yelled "Come in" inside. The door was not closed tightly. An Chuxia pushed the door slightly and opened it.
Seeing that the person coming in was An Chuxia, Han Liuhai took off his reading glasses, changed his sitting position and said, "It's Chuxia."
"Yeah!" An Chuxia nodded hastily. She seldom entered this study before. Even the person who went in to clean was the housekeeper Han, and other servants could not enter. It seemed that there were a lot of them in it. Confidential documents.
The bookshelves in this study made An Chuxia dumbfounded. The height of the bookshelves was even level with the ceiling. The books on the top of the books need a cloth ladder to get them up. But other things are very common, except for the table used by Han Liuhai, which has intricate textures, and at first glance it is not a desk made of ordinary wood.
An Chuxia came back to his senses, and quickly said: "Mommy asked me to bring up the fruit. You started working after dinner and you should take a break."
As An Chuxia came forward, Han Liuhai calmly closed the document in front of him, put it aside, and said with a smile: "Thanks for your hard work, let you cut the fruit yourself."
"Where, it's just a matter of effort." An Chuxia said, putting the fruit bowl on the desk, and pulling out a few pieces of paper to put it under the fruit bowl to prevent the water on the fruit bowl from running onto the desk.
"Early summer, sit down." Han Liuhai pointed to the chair beside him: "I happen to have something to tell you."
Han Liuhai's affection was very serious, and An Chuxia quickly sat upright on the chair beside him, waiting for Han Liuhai to speak.
According to Han's style, everything is always done for one's own benefit. They can accept An Chuxia who has no background as the future Mrs. Han, and naturally they will not just like An Chuxia alone.
"You could not see the last side of your mother's death. Actually, she said something to me." Han Liuhai's Adam's apple scrolled up and down, his expression looked a little complicated. But people who have been in the mall for years have never let others see through what they are thinking. Even the person next to the pillow would not reveal all his secrets and details.
An Chuxia's complexion looked a little surprised, her hand on her leg changed from a relaxed state at the beginning to a clenched fist. She could see that she was now a little eager to know what her mother had said.
Han Liuhai's eyes were filled with light of different shades, and the lines of amber and Bose became a little confused for a while, as if lost in memory. An Chuxia did not dare to interrupt Han Liuhai’s memories. Although this man who had supported the entire Han group faced him very kindly, like an ordinary father, he had an innate aura that made people think of him. No matter how close you are, you can't get close.
After a long while, Han Liuhai came back to his senses, looked at An Chuxia and smiled awkwardly: "Sorry, but I feel guilty all of a sudden. What your mother said to me in the end was all things that let me take good care of you, but now, let you Sad."
He was referring to Han Qilu's amnesia. An Chuxia shook her head and smiled forcefully: "You don't need to feel guilty. People can't come back from death. Moreover, you have given me enough."
"It's great for you to think like this." Han Liuhai's face showed relief: "Don't worry, I will remove obstacles on the road for you."
"Huh?" An Chuxia looked a little confused for a while. Han Liuhai spoke very lightly in the second half of the sentence. She couldn't hear her clearly, and could only hear the words "removal" and "obstacle".
"No, thank you for the fruit." Han Liuhai took a grape and put it in his mouth.
There is nothing to continue, An Chuxia stood up: "Then I will go out first, remember not to make yourself too tired, the body is the capital of the revolution!"
"Yeah." Han Liuhai smiled and nodded, agreeing.
An Chuxia walked out, closed the door gently, and quickly lifted his foot to leave. When facing Han Liuhai, I always felt a little uncomfortable, although I don't know why. Also, at that time Han Liuhai was supposed to say something to her, but then he didn't say anything. He always felt that Han Liuhai was hiding something from her.
But after another thought, there must be something else she would be hiding from her. She must have thought too much.
Han Liuhai watched An Chuxia walk out the door, until the door was gently closed, the smile on his face gradually dissipated, and finally turned into an indifferent expression. This look is similar to Han Qilu's expression when facing strangers.
An Chuxia's mother did say something to him before he died, but it was not all about asking him to take good care of An Chuxia. Instead, he told him a huge secret, it was this secret that made him determined to bring An Chuxia back to the Han family, and soon let her go to Styland as Han Qilu's fiancée to attend classes and open it to the outside world.
An Chuxia is too kind and filial. Even a cruel business man, he can't bear to make An Chuxia a sacrifice on the commercial battlefield. But for many things, there is often no choice to do or not to do.
Han Liuhai pushed aside the pot of grapes, took the document he had just closed and opened it in front of him. This is a plan, and there is no complete plan. The title of the plan is: A plan for the acquisition of Xiangjia’s old house in City B.
"Hmm..." Han Liuhai made a monotonous tone from the tip of his nose, and picked up the pen on the side again.
Downstairs lobby.
Jiang Yuanyuan and Han Qilu have remained silent, and neither spoke. It didn't take long before Han Qilu asked about a scent. If the smell is correct, it should be the smell of cola chicken wings.
The taste aroused the hunger in Han Qilu's stomach, he was really hungry. Looking behind the taste, a row of maids came here one after another carrying dishes.
Which one is Jiang Yuanyuan trying to make?
"Mom, what are you..."
"Eat!" Jiang Yuanyuan hated the iron and said: "It doesn't matter whether you eat dinner or not, you must have another meal at home. Do you know that this was made by yourself after a long time in early summer? Of."
It's a big circle, it's just to let him taste the dishes made by An Chuxia.
"It just so happened that I was hungry!" Han Qilu shamelessly learned from An Chuxia and emphasized: "Thank you Mommy, it's still the best for me!"
"Dead stinky boy!" Jiang Yuanyuan glared at Han Qilu, his face full of helplessness.
Actually, Jiang Yuanyuan accidentally shed a child before. The doctor told her that it would be difficult to get pregnant again. She finally got pregnant and gave birth to Han Qilu. She actually hurt her son in her heart.
"Eat more meat, and see how thin you are, how can you give me a fat grandson in the future!" Jiang Yuanyuan said and brought a plate of braised pork closer to Han Qilu, worried that Han Qilu could not reach it. .
"Is there a mother like you? My son started thinking about his grandson when he was still in school..."
"What happened to my grandson at your age? Your grandpa married your grandma at your age!"
Two people quarrel with each other, but there is no shortage of tenderness. An Chuxia stood in the shadow of the stairs on the second floor, folded and walked back gently. Their warmth is too hot, and she can no longer realize the touch and love her mother brings to her.