Master Devil Don’t Kiss Me

As soon as An Chuxia regretted her words, couldn't she communicate with Han Qilu? Han Qilu will only hate her like this?

Sure enough, there was a slight displeasure on Han Qilu's face. An Chuxia was the first person to speak to him like this! Wait...Why does this feeling seem familiar? Did An Chuxia treat him with this attitude before? But how could he like a girl who speaks so badly to him?

It seems that he has to ask Steward Han to check when the courier can arrive in the United States, and he has to ask the attending physician to call him directly. Eh, wait, steward Han must know the contact information of the attending physician, so why does he put so much effort in writing letters? !

Han Qilu's expression kept changing, and An Chuxia thought it was her own words that angered Han Qilu, so she didn't dare to say anything, and directly handed the tea egg in her hand.

The bag containing the tea eggs became a little crumpled, and he couldn't bear to look directly, but Han Qilu still recognized at a glance that it was the tea eggs that he deliberately dropped on the car in the morning.

"Damn... what are you doing with me?" Han Qilu's expression suddenly became irritable.

He doesn't like to eat these boiled eggs at all. If the eggs are roasted, maybe he can still have a bite. Is this intentional in Anchuxia?

"I'll eat it for you." An Chuxia frowned slightly and said: "Mommy said, you must eat, I will help her supervise you."

Hearing the name "Mummy", the surrounding students all guessed that it was Jiang Yuanyuan, and they made a burst of sighs.

"It's all called Mommy. The news that An Chuxia was at odds with Master Qilu seems to be fake..." "I really don't know who came from that news!"

Of course Han Qilu heard these whispers, and his face suddenly became darker.

"You also made eyeliner for her?" Han Qilu said, smashing the comic book in his hand on the table, stood up rather arrogantly and said: "My master hates others to take care of me."

"I didn't care about you." An Chuxia said truthfully: "I just want to watch you eat the tea eggs!"

If this is at home, he might still eat it. But this is the school. If he really obediently eats the tea eggs, where will he put his face in the future?

The sky is big, the face of Master Qilu is the greatest!

"My young master hates others ordering me the most!" Han Qilu stared at An Chuxia and said: "While I am not angry yet, give me, get out!"

Everyone was dumbfounded even when the restricted words like "get me off" were spoken.

"It seems that the rumor is true. How could Master Qilu talk to An Chuxia like that before." "How impossible? Didn't An Chuxia slap Master Qilu with a big-eared sunflower seed? What will happen..."

The people in the class looked at them with an attitude of watching a good show, and more and more people gathered in the corridor. It is estimated that they got some wind and ran over to watch the excitement.

After being watched as monkeys by so many people, Han Qilu yelled at the people outside the corridor after An Chuxia rolled, "What are you looking at? Believe it or not, I will dig out your eyes!"

The corridor that was packed with people watching the excitement suddenly seemed to be emptied, only the wind was blowing...

"Still not leaving?" Han Qilu frowned as he looked at An Chuxia who was still standing there, "Are you going to leave?"

An Chuxia's stubborn temper is coming, she lifted her chin, and said stubbornly: "No! I just won't go!"

This remark made everyone suddenly think of the episode where Monkey King Sun Wukong was rolling in front of Tathagata, and the line in it was like this: "My grandson is not going! No more!"

If An Chuxia rolled on the ground, Han Qilu might have disarmed and surrendered, but it was purely some people's sexual intercourse, which is impossible in reality.

The light wave of Han Qilu's eyes drifted, and then he suddenly became gloomy: "Then just do it as you like, just stand here as long as you like!"

After speaking, Han Qilu turned around and walked towards the back door of the classroom. The classmates who had been standing in the aisle avoided one after another to avoid getting into trouble. Seeing Han Qilu leaving, Meng Xiaonan hurriedly pulled the corner of La Xiao Mingluo's clothes: "You quickly follow up and see where he goes."

"Well, take good care of Chuxia, she must be uncomfortable now." Xiao Mingluo glanced at An Chuxia, who was facing away from them, and raised his heel.

This thing seems to be a bit tricky. Han Qilu knew that he used to like An Chuxia, and he didn't mean to leave Xiang Mankui. If An Chuxia is always pestering Han Qilu at this time, maybe he will treat An Chuxia as a junior!

Xiao Mingluo thought as he walked, there is no good way at this time, only let An Chuxia reduce the number of meetings with Han Qilu. At least it can't be like this, when two people make unhappiness between them, this will outweigh the gains.

"Qilu, where are you going?" Xiao Mingluo stepped up.

"Music classroom." Han Qilu stopped, and said irritably: "You said that the woman has a brain disease, so I suddenly let me eat some tea eggs, but I don't know that I hate others ordering me! "

This statement seemed to reveal something.

The corner of Xiao Mingluo's mouth turned evilly, and tentatively asked, "Do you mean that if she talks to you well, you will eat tea eggs?"

"I didn't mean that!" Han Qilu glanced at Xiao Mingluo and said, "At least it won't be like this."

But a person's personality is inherently fixed, so An Chuxia can't be transformed into a gentle girl who speaks and does everything, right? In this case, life will be very tiring.

"Don't go to any music classroom, you can only sleep there, walk, and eat breakfast with me. I haven't had breakfast today!" Xiao Mingluo put a hand on Han Qilu's shoulder, and the whole person hung up. Han Qilu body.

"You are very heavy!"

"Really? But girls all like my weight!" Xiao Mingluo said with a smile on his face, and the two of them walked to the Stylan Canteen.

In the second year Class A classroom, there were many Han Qilu standing in the classroom, waiting to see An Chuxia's jokes, many of whom were outside class, not even in the second year of high school.

"Look at her, is she going to cry? I think she is so pitiful..." "Of course it is pitiful. Falling from the clouds to **** is more painful than being in hell!" "I heard about Qilu The young master dumped An Chuxia, and then he was with his first love." "Isn’t Master Qilu’s first love the current popular star, Xiang Mankui?"

"Enough! You have so many mouths, be careful that your tongues are cut off when you die and go to hell!" Meng Xiaonan shouted at the talkative women with long tongues.

Those girls are in the second grade of high school. A small high school one didn’t put her in the eyes at all, but she was a little afraid of Xiao Mingluo, and she didn’t dare to do it. She could only take advantage of her tongue and said: "Oh, don’t think you have Young Master Xiao is so arrogant, just like An Chuxia, when he is thrown away and crying, there is no time to cry!"

"You..." The cute boy panted with anger: "Believe it or not, I beat my sister to make you cry and cry!"

"Try it!" The girls straightened their chests and looked at Meng Xiaonan with disdain.

Standing in the same place, An Chuxia moved, and forcibly pulled Meng Xiaonan out of the classroom.

"Boss, don't pull me, watch them fall in love if I don't fight!" Meng Xiaonan wants to break free of An Chuxia's confinement and fight to the death with those sophomore girls.

"Okay, don't cause trouble!" An Chuxia kept pulling Meng Xiaonan to the corner of an empty staircase before stopping, and said regretfully: "I messed things up, Han Qilu must hate me now."

What is the use of regret now?

Meng Xiaonan sighed and said: "Master Qilu...no, Han Qilu just didn't want to pay attention to you so much, everyone will be angry. Don't think too much, let's pay attention to him in the future, don't touch him. The scales are fine."

Can you control your temper by paying attention?

Sometimes when I watched Han Qilu look so indifferent to him, I really wanted to forget it and let him go. Those things didn't happen at the time.

"I think it's better to forget it. I may really have no fate with him." An Chuxia's voice looked a little hoarse, and his eyes started to flush: "I still study hard now, and don't think about other things."

This is the rhythm to give up? This can't work!

The cute little man Limara passed the hand of the early summer of An, and shook her shoulders and said: "You can't just give up like this, who is the happiest person like you? It's not that sunflower and those who couldn't understand you before. People."

She knows all the truth, but after listening to so many truths, she still feels that she is tired now, and it is a little beyond her ability to bear.

Seeing An Chuxia still looked discouraged, Meng Xiaonan decided to stabilize her mood first, and took An Chuxia's hand and shook it a few times: "I haven't eaten breakfast yet. Let me go to the cafeteria for breakfast. Hey! You don’t know. After you left, the school cafeteria became more and more abundant."

It was a complete variety of Chinese and Western breakfasts. Sometimes she deliberately didn't eat breakfast at home, so she ran to the Stylan Canteen to eat during the break.

Back to the classroom, there was nothing else to do except for self-study. An Chuxia agreed, and her current mood ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ can't get in.

"I knew Chuxia boss was the best to me!" Meng Xiaonan pushed An Chuxia towards the cafeteria while saying nice things: "My little aunt, grandma, although there is a lot of time between classes, according to your current schedule, I I can't eat breakfast for a few minutes..."

What happened between Han Qilu and An Chuxia immediately spread one by one through the entire Styland College, and of course, it also spread to Xiang Mankui's ears, who just drew the eyeliner.

"You said that when An Chuxia went to the classroom to look for Qilu, he was scolded by Qilu and cried?" Although Xiang Mankui felt a little surprised, the speed of drawing the eyeliner on his hand did not stop.