Master Devil Don’t Kiss Me

"Why do you look at me like that?" Panicked by Han Qilu's inexplicable gaze, she turned her head slightly and deliberately looked away.

"Why came to me all of a sudden?" He didn't use a questioning tone. He was probably still angry: "Didn't it mean that I was unhappy looking for someone to monitor you?"

It's okay that he didn't mention it. When he mentioned it, An Chuxia's original guilt for him came to mind little by little. When he turned his face to Han Qilu again, he found that he was still looking at himself seriously, anxiously seeking an answer. He curled his lips: "Isn't this apologizing to you?"

Raising his eyebrows coldly, he couldn't see what he was thinking now: "Oh? So, did you really seduce other men when I was away?"

"...No! Actually that man is..."

"Steward Han." Han Qilu turned his head and didn't listen to her again, just looked at a place three meters away from them. Housekeeper Han was standing there with the maid Xiaoxia at some point, smiling at the corners of her mouth and eyes. And Xiao Xia was holding a phone and gesticulating something, looking quite excited.

An Chuxia frowned, and there was a flash of surprise in his eyes. When did they appear? She didn't even notice... Then how did Han Qilu know that Steward Han was nearby?

Could it be that his insight has reached such a peak? Or... Guanjia Han and Xiaoxia have been hiding in the dark? Didn't they see the way she cried just now? what! If this is the case, it would be a shame!

"Master, what's your order?" Hearing Han Qilu's call to himself, Housekeeper Han stepped forward respectfully. There was no longer the smile on his face, only pious.

"Get ready, go to the small airport." After speaking, he walked out of the airport in the sight of everyone with An Chuxia on his back. Butler Han was stunned for a few moments. Does the young master still go to America? According to his thoughts, the young master should take his young grandma back to Han's house or Styland College immediately...

Turning her head, she looked at Xiao Xia behind her, she was still happily describing how Han Qilu carried An Chuxia, how gentle and comforting her, although it was a bit too much to add oil and jealousy, but... it would be nice to make her happy.

Withdrawing his gaze, he was about to pick up the phone to notify the people at the small airport, his eyelids jumped three times! He raised his hand and patted his head heavily, ah! His head is really old! I didn't even think of that...

"Xiaoxia, you go back, it seems that I have to follow to the United States this time too!"

"Huh?" Xiaoxia was taken aback, did not understand...

Half an hour later, An Chuxia stood on the wide small airport. The hem of the school uniform swayed from side to side because of the wind, and his face was full of surprises. This little book in hand...is the legendary...

"How did you do it?!" An Chuxia took a picture of Han Qilu who was talking with Han Guanjia.

He turned his face slightly: "What?"

"None of me went, where did your passport come from? It's amazing. It took only half an hour... I heard that getting a passport is troublesome.

She raised her eyebrows lazily, and turned her right hand onto An Chuxia's shoulder naturally and affectionately. Her lips leaned close to her ear and said, "Do you often forget...who am I?"

Who is he? ...

An Chuxia was a little confused, but reacted quickly.