"Yes." Housekeeper Han nodded slightly and was about to leave, but suddenly stopped, and asked Han Qilu: "Master, have you eaten dinner?"

"No." Han Qilu said calmly: "Give me dinner too."

"Yes, young master." Housekeeper Han nodded, and hurriedly took people to the meal.

Soon, the fragrant rice was put in front of the two people,

Knowing that Han Qilu didn't eat dinner, Jiang Yuanyuan didn't react much, but said, "Your dad has a project and may not be able to come back at night. When you pass by the company tomorrow morning, remember to bring him chicken soup. I will make it tomorrow morning."

After Jiang Yuanyuan had finished speaking, An Chuxia hurriedly looked at Han Qilu secretly, for fear that the kid would accidentally tell the truth. Fortunately, Han Qilu's reaction did not seem to be very big, he just said, "I'm not going."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yuanyuan's temper suddenly came up: "Smelly boy, do you dare to go?!"

Speaking of it, although Han Qilu seemed to be very indifferent to Jiang Yuanyuan, An Chuxia knew in his heart that he actually cared about Jiang Yuanyuan, but he just wouldn't express it. The two of them continued, I'm afraid they will quarrel.

An Chuxia hurriedly came forward and said, "Mommy, I should eat something light in the morning. Chicken soup may not be good for the stomach, right? Or... If Daddy hasn't come back at noon, let Han Guanjia deliver chicken soup?"

Butler Han quickly answered, "Yes, ma'am, it's not good to drink chicken soup in the morning. What's more, it's not going well, it's not good if you are late."

Jiang Yuanyuan then let go of his anger and continued to eat, but he still didn't show Han Qilu a good face.

This made An Chuxia suddenly want to sigh.

Han Qilu's personality is probably because of this family environment that makes him moody, more mature than his peers, right? In contrast, Han Qilu's childhood was no better than her childhood without a father.

After dinner, Han Liuhai certainly did not come back. Jiang Yuanyuan went back to the studio, An Chuxia went upstairs with Han Qilu. The two walked in tandem. After going upstairs, An Chuxia returned him the clothes Han Qilu lent him at the time. Han Qilu just picked it up and suddenly heard a "click", something fell out of his pocket.

An Chuxia looked down and saw that it was a pen.

Doubts emerged in An Chuxia's mind, Han Qilu's academic performance... is not a person who can carry a pen, and it seems to be a pen. She had never seen Han Qilu have the habit of carrying a pen with him before.

With doubts, she quickly bent down and picked up the pen, and handed it to Han Qilu: "Yours?"

"If you want to, I'll give you off." Han Qilu turned around, walked to the door of the room and opened the door, and then said, "Don't just throw it away."

When the voice fell, Han Qilu had already entered the room and closed the door with a click.

"Why do you suddenly change your face?" An Chuxia, with a hint of complaint, curled the corner of her mouth, and walked into the room while carefully observing the pen.

Soon, she found that the pen was engraved with fine print.

"happy Birthday."

The simple four words made An Chuxia suddenly think of Han Liuhai. This pen fell out of Han Qilu's body, and it was engraved with Happy Birthday. This shows that this pen is a birthday present that Han Qilu originally intended to give Han Liuhai.

If it weren't for today, I guess the relationship between Han Qilu and Han Liuhai's father and son would ease a lot, right?

Thinking of this, An Chuxia couldn't help holding the pen tightly.

Is it this weekend? She will definitely meet that woman well. Let her know that there is no morality to be a junior! For Jiang Yuanyuan, and for Han Qilu!

At night, there is not a single star in the sky, it is as black as ink. The night breeze was blowing, Qiuhuo began to wantonly...

The weather is getting colder and colder, and when I wake up in early summer the next day, I can actually see the heat I exhale. In case of catching a cold, An Chuxia specially wore a warm jacket, a thick sweater over a white shirt, and then put on a school sweater and school uniform jacket. The whole person looked round.

It was probably because of the cold weather, her movements were relatively slow, and Han Qilu had already finished breakfast when she went downstairs.

"Young grandma, you are up." The housekeeper Han greeted with a smile: "I prepared black rice porridge for you. It is a bit cold today. The milk has already been warmed for you, but it is cold again. I will help you warm it up again. ."

"Thank you." An Chuxia nodded, walked to the table and sat down.

As soon as she sat down, Han Qilu stood up, glanced at her and said faintly: "Those who don't know thought you were back from the North Pole."

An Chuxia discovered that Han Qilu only wore a white shirt, a school uniform sweater, and a school uniform jacket. The knitted sweater can't be used to keep out the cold at all. The white shirt is just a match. The only warmth is the open school uniform jacket.

No wonder she would say that the North Pole is back.

But today's temperature is in the single digits, so it is normal for her to wear this way.

"If you finish eating, wait for me in the car. I'll finish eating soon." She didn't answer Han Qilu's words and bowed her head to drink porridge.

Han Qilu didn't say anything, and walked out directly.

But at this moment, the phone in An Chuxia's pocket suddenly rang.

"My grandmother, don't forget to mute your phone after class." Butler Han said, handing over a glass of hot milk and said: "The milk is hot."

"Thank you." An Chuxia took the milk while taking out the phone with the other hand.

She was wondering who would call early in the morning, and thought it was Han Qilu who called her to urge her, so she moved a little slower, but after seeing the caller ID, An Chuxia was really strange.

It was a cute boy.

If everything is okay, Meng Xiaonan will never call her early in the morning. Thinking of this, An Chuxia hurriedly put down the milk, no matter whether Han Qilu was waiting or not, she ran to the side to answer the phone: "Hello? Jiangnan, what happened?"

"Early summer, why don't you come to school? I'm almost crazy!" Meng Xiaonan's voice looked very anxious.

It's not too late now, even if I arrive at school, there are still more than ten minutes before class starts. An Chuxia said with doubts: "I'm about to come. You're already at school? You are not the one who can get up so early. What happened?"

"I..." After the cute boy uttered the word "I", his voice stopped abruptly, and then the voice sounded: "It's okay, I'll take out the trash for you."

"Are you talking to someone?" An Chuxia frowned, it seems that something really happened, otherwise, with the character of a cute boy, if she only talks about gossip, she will continue to talk even if the teacher is in front of her.

"Well, you'd better come to school quickly, I'll wait for you in the classroom. Hang up first, bye."

The voice fell, and a busy tone came from the phone.

An Chuxia had to go back and drank the milk and walked out quickly.

"Wait, Xiao Chuxia!" Jiang Yuanyuan walked out of the studio, and after calling her, ran up the stairs quickly. Soon, Jiang Yuanyuan ran down the stairs and handed a bulging bag to An Chuxia.

"This is?" An Chuxia couldn't help but glanced at the bag, which contained a sweater.

Jiang Yuanyuan said with a disgusting expression: "That stinky guy has always wanted to be demeanor and not temperature. If I give him him, he will definitely not wear it. It will rain in the afternoon and it will be even colder. Then you will help me give him the clothes. "

"En." An Chuxia nodded: "Mommy, you obviously care about him so much, why do you pretend not to care about it?"

"That stinky boy..." Jiang Yuanyuan said, and a complicated light flashed in his eyes: "He doesn’t know why his relationship with his dad has always been bad, and it’s hard for me to be a middleman. But that stinky boy. I often don't listen to me, how can I treat him with a good face?"

An Chuxia clenched the bag involuntarily, and she remembered what Han Qilu told her last night...that woman. Han Liuhai's first love.

She always thought that Han Liuhai and Jiang Yuanyuan were true love, but she didn't expect that Han Liuhai was so good to Jiang Yuanyuan because she felt owed in her heart.

owe……

"Then Mommy, I got in the car first." She forced a smile, couldn't bear to look at Jiang Yuanyuan again, turned and ran out of the hall quickly.

When he got in the car, Han Qilu looked very impatient: "Didn't you say that you will eat soon? I have finished the game."

"Brother, is your Lianliankan easy to pass customs?" An Chuxia glared at him, and then said to the driver: "Uncle driver, can the car drive faster? I'm a little anxious to go to school."

"Okay." The uncle driver nodded, and soon the car drove away from Han's house.

Han Qilu couldn't sit still, threw away the phone and turned to An Chuxia and asked, "Why are you going to school in such a hurry?"

"See the man." An Chuxia said deliberately, then smiled and looked at Han Qilu and said: "Single, wayward!"

"Do you dare?" Han Qilu narrowed his eyes. He knew An Chuxia was joking, but he couldn't help but feel unhappy: "Even if you dare, no man will dare."

The source of Han Qilu's self-confidence is that he is Han Qilu, the proud son of heaven! Known as Master Devil!

"Cut!" An Chuxia's face showed disdain, but the corners of his mouth could not restrain the arc from the ground.

After arriving at school, Meng Xiaonan has been standing at the school gate waiting for her. An Chuxia hurriedly got out of the car, and walked forward in three steps in two steps, and said reproachfully: "It's cold outside, don't you know? Can't you wait in the classroom?"

"I..." The cute little man was about to speak, and Han Qilu just came over here. She immediately said, "Don't educate me. Let's go back to the classroom and talk about it."

"En." An Chuxia nodded and pulled Meng Xiaonan into Styran.

When the two returned to the classroom, it was still early, so not many people were there, but Meng Xiaonan still pulled An Chuxia to talk in the corridor. Although the corridor is easy to be noticed, it is not easy to be overheard.