However, Han Qilu didn't want to let her go. He reached out and clasped her wrist, pulling her back. As soon as An Chuxia raised her head, she just hit Han Qilu's angry eyes.

There was a sudden shock in 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, 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 yourself identity of!"

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

A sarcasm flashed through his 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 displeasure, and her eyes were fixed on her, her eyes resentfully seemed to want to tear her to pieces.

Of course, she had no fear, and the smile at the corner of her mouth seemed deeper. When 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."

Approaching, before his face changed, she had already turned around and walked towards Bassari, the car next to her.

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

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

——Even if you use that method, you can never get Qilu's heart! Because... he is mine! "

Sure enough, they all speak the same, are they not creative? Just let it be a little bit 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, and turned to a bright smile, and faintly replied with a voice that only Basali could hear: "Okay, he belongs to you."

Now, satisfied? She curled her lips, opened the car door indifferently, bent over and sat in the back seat.

"Madam, don't mind, Madam said... This Miss Bassari is going to leave sooner or later, let me bring you a word first, saying that I wronged you recently." The meaning in this sentence cannot be more obvious. Jiang Yuanyuan is on her side.

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

She began to hesitate again, from the firmness at the beginning to the current hesitation, it changed so quickly.

At the same time, Basali outside the car hurriedly ran to Han Qilu, who was standing still, and said displeasedly: "Qilu, it turns out that you are waiting for her when you say you want to wait? Also, why don't you get off the car? Let me get out of the car, I am yours..."