Master Devil Don’t Kiss Me

Looking at An Chuxia's back that seemed a little rush, a smile appeared in Han Qilu's eyes. This street is mostly quiet at this time, and occasionally a few hurried pedestrians pass by. Seeing such a handsome boy as Han Qilu, he couldn't help but look more, wondering where he is from.

And Han Qilu didn't feel surprised that these gazes were indifferent at all. He was used to it, and turned around to look at the place where An Chuxia lived as if nothing happened. The house has only three floors. What he never said is, can people still live in this kind of dilapidated house? But he was afraid of hitting An Chuxia, so he didn't say anything.

——The landlord who rents the house has a bad temper, so don't go.

An Chuxia's words suddenly flashed in his mind, and the originally inconspicuous smile on his face disappeared. As soon as he lifted his steps, he walked in the direction where An Chuxia left. Is your temper bad? He wanted to see who would dare to yell at An Chuxia.

There are obviously more pedestrians on the road next to the residential street, but this time period is also relatively deserted. An Chuxia was worried that Han Qilu would walk around, so she ran all the way. When she ran to the entrance of a fruit shop in the middle of the street, she saw a fat middle-aged woman spraying fruit with a sprayer.

This woman used to hate her very much, because her mother took her to live here alone, so this woman often chewed her tongue behind her back and said something unbearable. But her mother always told her not to take it seriously. If you don't care about these rumors, you won't be angry.

"Auntie landlord." She gritted her teeth and walked forward with a bright smile.

The middle-aged woman, known as the landlord’s aunt, stopped her movements, frowned impatiently and raised her eyes to look at her, her eyes flashed with surprise: "Why are you?"

An Chuxia smiled: "I'm here to get the key to my room, should you still have a copy?" Her smile was a bit stiff, and she found that she couldn't show a real smile to this woman.

The middle-aged woman glanced at her up and down, her bright red nails picked up an apple and bit an apple and said in a bad tone, "Why? Didn't you get brought up by a rich man? Now she has been driven out for lack of education? "

After the middle-aged woman said these few words, her loose hand could not help but clenched into a fist, but there was still a stiff smile on her face: "I'm here to get the key."

She did not affirm or deny the question of the middle-aged woman, but wanted to know where the key was.

The woman spit out the apple in her mouth on the ground with a "pooh", and pointed at An Chuxia with one hand on her hips and said: "You girl is not as good as your dead mother! I know you are like you. How could a cultivator have a rich family to raise you. The key? I won't give you the key today! Sleep on the street, you!"

The middle-aged woman is really unreasonable. It is wrong to not hand over the key to her after paying the rent for three years and the time has not yet arrived. This is not right from a moral or legal point of view.

Gritting his teeth, An Chuxia almost rushed to fight this woman. But she can't do this...

"Auntie, please give me the key, I have guests..."

"Guest?" Before An Chuxia finished speaking, the middle-aged woman immediately sneered and interjected: "It turned out to be sold out. No wonder this dress is so sassy!"