3156: Do you need special services?(3)

Do you need special services?(3)

If it were any other time, han qiqing would definitely agree to it.0

After all, her cousin would be leaving tomorrow, and the two of them would not have many chances to meet.

However, today was the exact situation.

Han qiqing hesitated for a moment, not knowing how to reject her cousin.

He could only think of an excuse.

"I'm sorry, cousin. I have an appointment with a friend today."

His cousin looked regretful and sighed. &Quot; I see ... Next time then. When I'm free, I'll ask you out shopping this weekend. &Quot;

Han qiqing nodded. &Quot; yeah. &Quot;

Her cousin had wanted to come in and chat with her.

In order to cover up her lie, han qiqing said that she wanted to change her clothes and get ready to go out.

His cousin could only give up.

After han qiqing closed the door, she felt depressed.

Indeed, he couldn't lie.

After telling a lie, he had to cover it up.

Han qiqing was helpless. As she thought about something, she went to change her clothes.

After changing her clothes and taking her bag, she really went downstairs and asked the Butler to arrange a car for her.

Han Yuexu appeared from behind and asked,'where are you going? I'll send you there."

Han qiqing snorted and rejected, " no need. &Quot;

Even though she said that, she was waiting for him to continue coaxing her.

Han qiqing deliberately avoided looking at him and walked out.

She was secretly happy when she heard his footsteps.

Now you know how to be nervous about her, right?

He knew that she was angry, but if he didn't coax her, she would be really disappointed in him.

Fortunately, although he was an iceberg, he was not a piece of wood.

Han qiqing stood outside waiting for the car, her eyes darting around but not looking at him.

After a while, the car arranged by the Butler arrived.

The driver got out of the car and opened the door for her respectfully.

Han qiqing raised her chin and prepared to get into the car.

Suddenly, a large hand grabbed her arm and pulled her to the other side forcefully.

"Take my car."

Han Yuexu said indifferently, but his attitude did not allow her to refuse. He stuffed her into his car.

Han qiqing's little face was stern, but there was a faint smile at the corner of her mouth.

She turned her head away, still not looking at him.

&Quot; where are we going? " han Yuexu asked as he got into the car.

Han qiqing did not say anything.

Han Yuexu suddenly leaned over, causing her heart to beat faster.

So he was helping her put on her seat belt.

The distance between them was a little close. She could smell his breath, and her heart was indescribable.

He had only come a little closer, and she was already in a daze for him.

She didn't even know how deep her love for him was.

But what about him?

Han qiqing couldn't help but glance at him.

Han Yuexu caressed her head and said gently, " I'll take you out to play. Don't be angry. &Quot;

Han qiqing said in a fit of pique, " who said I went out with you? I have an appointment with someone else, not with you."

Han Yuexu chuckled, clearly knowing that she was lying.

Han qiqing picked up her phone in a fit of anger.

"I'm telling you, with just a simple WeChat message, many handsome guys are fighting to go on a date with me. Do you believe me? If you don't believe me, I'll immediately ..."

Han Yuexu covered her phone with his large hand.

"I do."

He didn't want her to go on a date with another guy.

Han qiqing retracted her hand. &Quot; don't touch me. I'm still angry. &Quot;

Han Yuexu let go of her, sat back down, and started the car.

Han qiqing was a little depressed.

I told you not to touch it, so don't touch it, you're so obedient ...

Han Yuexu drove the car out of the main entrance of the Han family's old residence.

"To the arcade?" He asked.

Han qiqing was overjoyed. So he had the same thoughts as her.

However, she deliberately went against him and said, " I'm not going. &Quot;

He continued to ask, " watch a movie? "

She said with a straight face, " I'm not going. &Quot;

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