Master Devil Don’t Kiss Me

He hurriedly stepped forward a few steps and stretched out his hand to stop Han Qilu: "No one is allowed to enter my room, no one is allowed to enter my room! Did you hear that?!"

Han Qilu's face became stiff, and his tone became weird: "An Chuxia, what do you mean?"

Ignoring her altogether, An Chuxia took a few steps back, and unexpectedly ran into the hazy Bassari. Without even looking at her, she turned and ran into her room, but closed the door abruptly.

Just about to follow in, Han Qilu's footsteps suddenly stopped. Was her behavior just now because she saw him kissing Basali just now, so she suddenly became so angry? If this is the case, does it mean that she actually cares about him? 【You think too much ==】

The stiff expression suddenly eased, raised his eyes to look at Basari, and said to her without a stir: "It's not too early, let's rest early, and I will go to Styran College tomorrow morning. Don't be late for school."

Although her voice was gentle, she didn't feel any sincerity. Now that he said it was worth it, she would forget it. He smiled slightly at him, and was about to pass him by, but he suddenly grasped her wrist tightly, as if to crush the bones of her wrist.

The pain from the wrist made Basali frowned and she whispered, "Pain, Qilu..."

"Listen." Han Qilu's words seemed like cones of ice, which made her stunned to make any noise: "If you make that kind of disgusting action to me in the future, then...I will ignore the cooperation case with you. After all, that’s my father’s business. At that time, I might even kill you!"

There was a trace of despair in the bottom of her eyes, and after a flash of despair, Barsari raised her lips lightly and smiled, "You will fall in love with me, within a month!" After she said that, she retracted her eyes and threw away Han Qilu's hand Step away.

Looking at Basari's back, Han Qilu's eyes flashed with a cold light. When he is Han Qilu, can he fall in love with any woman? If so, his love is too cheap! It's ridiculous!

He turned his head and glanced at the closed door, Han Qilu frowned and turned to the storage room. Inside, there are keys to all the rooms in the Han family. Although she didn't know what she had done with the phone, he could vaguely feel something.

"I remember I obviously put it on the table!" An Chuxia patted the table heavily, and then suddenly blew on the palm of her hand after a while. If you accidentally shoot too hard, the palm of your hand will immediately become red. When the pain subsided, she searched for her phone again. On the one hand, I wanted to find it quickly and then charge it with a charger to change the phone wallpaper. On the other side, I wanted to find it and forget it. It was about losing a phone. Han Qilu shouldn’t go into it.

When she looked through the drawer for the fourth time, she suddenly thought that she had put her phone under her pillow to charge it when she came back. He hurriedly got up and jumped into bed and sat beside the pillow. He put his hands together in prayer, and then slowly removed the pillow.

Sure enough, Han Qilu's cell phone was lying there quietly, and the screen still displayed the words: Charging is completed.

Rejoicing suddenly spread to the corner of her eyes. Just as she was about to reach out for the phone, a big hand suddenly appeared in front of her and took the phone first. She was shocked, and when she looked up, she saw Han Qilu looking at her indifferently.