"It's very empty now, then I'll go down first." The boy didn't think too much, took the phone in the drawer and ran out of the classroom. After a while, the sound of footsteps disappeared, and the surrounding fell into a dead silence.

"You are as beautiful as fireworks, so beautiful..." An Chenchuan's cell phone vibrated in vain.

Take out the phone from his pocket and press the answer button. There is the driver's puzzled voice. He said it and immediately came down, glanced at the position of An Chuxia, and finally quickly took out the pen and paper from the drawer, wrote a few words on the paper, then walked to her seat and stuffed the note into An Chuxia's Turned around in the pencil case and walked out of the classroom.

He must bravely pursue his own happiness, so as not to leave regrets when he grows old.

An Chuxia was sitting at the dining table, looking at the steaks on the table and getting a headache, but it didn't show up clearly, so she smiled and said to Jiang Yuanyuan: "Auntie, why are you making steaks again? I eat meat every day like this. Will become a fat man."

Han Liuhai didn't come back for lunch, because it would take a long time to get from the company to Han's house. If you add the time to eat, you will definitely be late for work. Although Han Liuhai is the chairman of the board, he has never been late except for illness or emergency since he founded the Han Group. So Han Liuhai hardly appeared at Han's during lunch time.

Jiang Yuanyuan chewed the steak in his mouth, and said vaguely: "Of course you have to be fatter if you are so skinny. Only if you are fatter can you give me a baby grandson with Qilu."

She was full of black lines, and Han Qilu drank saliva and stood up: "I'm finished." Then he went to the kitchen cabinet and took a bag of dog food and a can of milk specially for dogs to feed Batian.

"Eh! Why don't you eat more for your child? How can I have the strength to give birth to a baby with us in the early summer when I eat so little?

Han Qilu, who had not had time to step out of the hall, heard Jiang Yuanyuan's words that his back suddenly stiffened. He slowly turned around and looked at An Chuxia, his face full of contempt.

"It's just her? The little hairy boy who hasn't started to develop yet? You haven't even had menarche yet?" There is a word in and out of Han Qilu's words,'sour'!

There were four or five servants standing in the hall, covering their mouths and laughing when Han Qilu said this.

"Don't laugh!" Jiang Yuanyuan started to become angry before An Chuxia was angry. Standing and rubbing medicine with both hands to make a shrew like: "Where did we not develop well in the early summer of our childhood? We want to have a figure, and a face with a face."

What is this called... There are more and more black lines on the back of An Chuxia's head. Everyone in this family is really a living treasure.

"The chest is small, like a three-year-old girl, not as big as me yet." Han Qilu still refused to admit defeat, and said lightly.

"Hey!" An Chuxia patted the table and couldn't sit still and stood up: "The little furry boy who hasn't started to develop yet? Haven't even menarche come yet?"

While repeating Han Qilu's words, An Chuxia followed his way, curling up the corners of her mouth and continuing to say: "My figure may not be hot, but menarche... You should be clear if I have come?"

Choked by An Chuxia's words, a certain man gritted his teeth, his face a little stiff. She really...

Han Qilu gave her a cold look, then turned around and walked outside. Seeing that Han Qilu had gone away, An Chuxia sat down triumphantly. As soon as she sat down, she found that everyone in the room was staring at her.

"Little Chuxia, why would he know that you have menarche?"