Chapter 481

But at present, Jiang Yuanyuan's two creepy eyes are staring at him. Unless he can escape from the earth, he can't slip away.

Despite this, he still looks the same, pretends to know nothing, deliberately ignores the terror like Zhen Zi's eyes, and goes to the stairs. However, if you are careful, you can find that the whole back of Han Qilu is stiff.

I have to admit that he has no idea about Jiang Yuanyuan!

"Where are you going?" Jiang Yuanyuan raised his voice, almost frightening Han Qilu, who was highly nervous.

He stopped and turned to look at Jiang Yuanyuan and asked, "go back to your room and sleep."

Hearing this answer, Jiang Yuanyuan was so angry that she couldn't speak for a moment. However, seeing Han Qilu's tendency to go upstairs again, she took a deep breath and tried to keep calm and said, "wait a minute. Come with me."

Jiang Yuanyuan turned to go in a direction, and Han Qilu had to follow him. Is this the calm before the storm? Jiang Yuanyuan casually called a maid and whispered in her ear. The maid glanced at Han Qilu. Seeing that Han Qilu also looked at her, she quickly withdrew her sight, nodded at Jiang Yuanyuan and bowed away.

Looking at the maid's back, Han Qilu felt that there was one person missing.

"Where's housekeeper Han?" He went to Jiang Yuanyuan and looked around him. He didn't find steward Han's figure.

"Didn't you know he had a son last time? I told him to go to his son's place to pack things now. Maybe he will go to school with you tomorrow. After that, he will live at home with Han Qilu. " Jiang Yuanyuan said, lifting his right hand, holding his hand into a fist shape, and knocking the table twice with his finger's curved joint: "sit down."

Han Qilu realized that Jiang Yuanyuan had brought him to the table.

In the brilliant days of tomorrow, he talked to Xiao mingluo about his brother and his company. He didn't eat much food at all. He didn't eat much when he went to eat Korean food with mangkui. Now I'm a little hungry.

But he didn't believe that Jiang Yuanyuan would treat him so well. He invited him to dinner.

But shouldn't the place for conversation be the sofa not far away? What are you doing at the table?

Although confused, Han Qilu obediently pulled a chair in front of the dining table and sat down. They didn't know what wood the chair was made of. It was very heavy and it was difficult to move with one hand.

"Sit here?" Han Qilu tentatively asked, Jiang Yuanyuan just sat on one side in silence, as if waiting for something.

He had to wait.

An chuxia carefully carries a plate of grapes upstairs. Even the fruit plate used by the Han family to hold fruit is quite expensive. There is not necessarily a second one in the world to break one.

Walking to the door of the study, an chuxia remembers Jiang Yuanyuan's instructions, freeing up a hand to knock on the door a few times. Inside came the voice of Han Liuhai calling "come in". The door was not closed tightly. An chuxia pushed the door and opened it.

Seeing that the person who came in was an chuxia, Han Liuhai took off his presbyopia glasses, changed his sitting posture and said, "it's early summer."

"Well!" An chuxia quickly nodded her head. She seldom entered the study before. Even the person who went in to clean the room was housekeeper Han. Other servants still couldn't get in. It seemed that there were a lot of confidential documents in it.

The bookshelf of this study makes an chuxia gape. The height of the bookshelf is even with the ceiling. The books on it need a cloth ladder to climb up and get it. But other things are very common, in addition to Han Liuhai's desk, which has a complex texture, it is not an ordinary wood desk.

Ann chuxia came back to her senses and even said, "Mommy, let me bring some fruit. You've been working since dinner. It's time to have a rest."

With an early summer came forward, Han Liuhai quietly closed the document in front of him, put it aside, and said with a smile, "it's hard for you to break the fruit yourself."

"No, it's a piece of cake." An chuxia said, put the fruit tray on the desk, and took out a few pieces of paper to pad under the fruit tray, so as to avoid the water on the fruit tray to the desk.

"Early summer, sit down." Han Liuhai pointed to the chair beside him: "I just have something to tell you."

Han Liuhai's deep affection seems very serious. An chuxia quickly sits upright on one side of the chair, waiting for Han Liuhai to speak.

According to Han's style of work, doing everything is always for their own interests. They can accept an chuxia, who has no background, to be the future Mrs. Han. Naturally, it is not just because they like an chuxia.

"You didn't see the last side of your mother's death. In fact, she said something to me Han Liuhai's laryngeal knot rolled up and down for a while, and his expression was somewhat complicated. But people who have been rolling around in the market for many years will never let others see through what they are thinking. Even the sleeper will not reveal all his secrets.

Ann chuxia looks a little surprised. Her hands on her legs change from relaxed state to clenched fist. It can be seen that she is eager to know what her mother said.Han Liuhai's eyes in the flow of different light, that amber Bose lines for a time become a little confused, like falling into memory. An chuxia did not dare to interrupt Han Liuhai's memories. Although the man who held up the whole Han family group was very kind to himself and looked like an ordinary father, he had an innate momentum, which made people feel that he could not get close to him again.

After a while, Han Liuhai regained his mind and looked at an chuxia with an embarrassed smile and said, "I'm sorry, but I feel guilty all of a sudden. What your mother said to me in the end was something that let me take good care of you, but now, it makes you sad."

He refers to Han Qilu's amnesia. An chuxia shook his head and forced a smile: "you don't have to feel guilty. People can't be reborn after death. And you've given me enough. "

"It's very nice of you to think that way." Han Liuhai's face showed Gratification: "you can rest assured, I will remove the obstacles on your way."

"Ah?" An chuxia looks confused for a moment. Han Liuhai said the second half of the sentence very light, she did not hear clearly, can only hear "eliminate" and "obstacles" two words.

"No, thank you for the fruit." Han Liuhai took a grape and put it in his mouth.

There was nothing to go on. An chuxia stood up and said, "then I'll go out first. Remember not to let yourself be too tired. Your body is the capital of the revolution."

"Well." Han Liuhai smiles and nods his head, which is supposed to be.

An chuxia went out, closed the door gently and left with his feet raised. When facing Han Liuhai, I always feel a little uneasy, although I don't know why. What's more, Han Liuhai should have said something to her at that time, but she didn't say it later. She always felt that Han Liuhai had concealed something from her.

But on second thought, what other people would hide from her, it must be their own thinking.

Han Liuhai watched an chuxia go out of the door, until the door was gently closed, the smile on his face gradually dissipated, and finally turned into a indifferent expression. This look is similar to Han Qilu's expression when facing strangers.

An chuxia's mother did say something to him before she died, but it was not all for him to take good care of an chuxia's words. Instead, he told him a huge secret, which made him determined to take an chuxia back to the Han family, and soon let her go to stilan as Han Qilu's fiancee and open it to the outside world.

An chuxia was too kind and filial. Even though he was a cruel businessman, he couldn't bear to let an chuxia become a sacrifice on the commercial battlefield. But many things, often have no choice to do or not to do.

Han Liuhai pushed aside the basin of grapes and opened the documents he had just closed. This is a plan, but there is no perfect plan. The title of the plan is: about the plan to purchase Xiangjia old house in city B.

"Well..." Han Liuhai issued a monotonous tone from the tip of his nose and picked up the pen on the side again.

Downstairs hall.

Jiang Yuanyuan and Han Qilu kept silent all the time, neither of them spoke. Before long, Han Qilu asked about a smell. If the smell is not wrong, it should be the taste of Coke chicken wings.

This smell aroused the hunger in Han Qilu's stomach. He was really a little hungry. Looking back at the smell, a line of maids came one by one with dishes.

What is Jiang Yuanyuan trying to do?

It's your mother

"Eat it Jiang Yuanyuan hated iron and said: "whether you eat out or not, you must have another meal at home. Do you know, it was made by myself after a long time of busy work in early summer. "

He went around in a big circle just to let him taste the dishes made by an chuxia himself.

"I'm just hungry!" Han Qilu shamelessly learned from an chuxia's emphasis: "thank you, mummy. As expected, mummy is the best for me!"

"You son of a bitch!" Jiang Yuanyuan glared at Han Qilu with a helpless look on his face.

In fact, Jiang Yuanyuan had a child accidentally shed before. The doctor told her that it was very difficult for her to get pregnant again. She finally got pregnant and gave birth to Han Qilu. In fact, she also loved this son in her heart.

"Eat more meat and see how you can give birth to a big fat grandson in the future when you are so thin!" Jiang Yuanyuan said he took a plate of stewed pork slightly closer to Han Qilu, worried that Han Qilu couldn't reach for it.

"Is there a mother like you? When my son was still in school, he began to think about his grandson... "

"At your age, I think what happened to grandson? Your grandfather married your grandmother at your age

Two people you a word I a word to quarrel, but there is no lack of warmth. An chuxia stands in the shadow of the stairway on the second floor and turns back gently. Their warmth was too hot, and she could no longer feel the affection and love her mother had brought to her.

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