Chapter 90 (1/2)

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