Chapter 90

Now she asked herself again in her heart. She found that she could not hate an chenchuan. Perhaps my mother said that if one day to see his father, see his existing family members, we must hold a peaceful heart. So you don't hate him?

"I don't hate it." Her tone was very positive, without any doubt.

"Oh?" She did not notice that Han Qilu's eyes suddenly became cold: "that's how you like him?"

On Han Qilu's words, an chuxia said that he was very disdainful, some cold back: "don't hate doesn't mean you like it, OK? If you are bored, you can buy a doll and talk to the doll. Don't bother me if you have nothing to do. As I said, I don't want to have unnecessary contact with you. Goodbye

She got up and went out, and Han Qilu did not stop her. Just the corner of the mouth and a cold to the extreme smile.

It seemed that they had never had a friendly conversation from the beginning to the end. A head up, goblet of red wine in a goblet. He was looking forward to seeing the boy chasing his sister.

After leaving Han Qilu's room, an chuxia breathed a sigh of relief. She was impulsive again But she couldn't help being impulsive. With a sigh, she suddenly thought of Jiang Yuanyuan. So he went to Jiang Yuanyuan's studio.

Jiang Yuanyuan has a special writing room, which contains a lot of materials, her published books, as well as a computer, a printer and a fax machine. There was nothing else in the room that had nothing to do with writing.

Seeing the light from the crack of the room door, she knew that Jiang Yuanyuan should be in it.

He lifted his hand and tapped on the door, but there was no movement inside. No door?

Just about to call her, Jiang Yuanyuan's voice came from behind her: "eh? Why are you here in early summer

An chuxia turns around and sees a cup of coffee in her hand. Then she knows that she has gone to make coffee. She raised her eyes to the surprised eyes of Jiang Yuanyuan. She pursed her lower lip and said with a smile, "Auntie, I'm here to explain what happened just now..."

Who knows, Jiang Yuanyuan immediately shook her hand, with coffee in one hand and pulled her to the writing room in the other. After finding a chair for her, Jiang Yuanyuan sat down and said, "no explanation, no explanation! Your mother, I'm not a feudal person. How to say I am also a romantic novel writer! I'm glad I haven't had time to No, no, I mean, I don't blame you. "

“……” What and what!

Put the coffee next to the computer, Jiang Yuanyuan moved the swivel chair to a place close to her and said, "little early summer, when are you by the way! Does it hurt the first time? Ouch! Why don't you go to the seven records room and lie down

Say unexpectedly stand up, want to drive her to Han Qilu's room.

An chuxia quickly said: "Auntie, you really misunderstood! It's just that I fell off the bed, and Han Qilu tried to hold me after taking a bath. As a result, my clothes were torn and his bath towel fell off That's it. "

After dancing, Jiang Yuanyuan fell into a silence, as if trying to understand her language.

After a long time, in an chuxia's expectant eyes, Jiang Yuanyuan broke the silence and asked softly, "you mean, you have nothing to do with Qilu?"

Thank goodness, I understand. An chuxia was relieved in his heart, raised his voice and replied, "of course not!"

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