Master Devil Don’t Kiss Me

"Then buy... a lighter? No, no, no, no, no, your dad is outside because someone else lights him up." Jiang Yuanyuan shook his head.

Naturally, I can't finish the two family buckets, but An Chuxia suddenly remembered an idea when I ate the egg tarts.

"Cake?" Jiang Yuanyuan had a slight headache: "I can't do this."

"What are you afraid of? There is me!" An Chuxia explained in Jiang Yuanyuan's suspicious eyes: "I used to work in a cake shop during summer vacation. Even if I have never eaten pork, I have seen pigs running away. I will help. Yours, Mommy!"

The two finally negotiated to make Han Liuhai a cake on the wedding anniversary. After eating KFC, there was nothing to sell, so they called directly and the uncle driver came to pick it up.

It was past two o'clock after the two returned home, and Han Qilu was shaking Domineering on the lawn. Batian's rope was untied, and he was excited to play a frisbee game with Han Qilu that couldn't be simpler.

"That kid is good today." Jiang Yuanyuan muttered and walked to the villa.

Han Qilu called Man Kuiyou while he was resting in the room. After knowing that it was Han Liuhai who was looking for him, he didn't say anything. He only said that he had socializing in the evening and wanted to buy some clothes and asked him if he wanted to accompany him. Han Qilu naturally refused. Of course, he didn't know that An Chuxia had encountered Xiang Mankui.

An Chuxia hesitated for a while, but walked over, Ba Tian followed the flying disc and ran far away, while Han Qilu stood there waiting for Ba Tian to return.

"That..." An Chuxia's voice suddenly remembered, and Han Qilu turned around quickly, and after touching An Chuxia's Liuli eyes, he turned away again.

"Something?" He seemed to have returned to the state of not knowing An Chuxia.

"Housekeeper Han said, you want us to go to a place together at night, do you know?" Because the car was heated a little, the moisture on the lawn was too heavy, she couldn't help but sneezed after speaking.

Before Ba Tian came back, Han Qilu turned around again and looked at her.

"I know about this." While he was speaking, he took off his coat, raised his hand and threw it to An Chuxia: "Since you know there will be a banquet to accompany you in the evening, don't catch a cold at this knot."

He looked like he was doing business, An Chuxia's eyes darkened, and he clenched his clothes tightly: "I know, then I'm leaving."

Jiang Yuanyuan was sitting on the sofa in the lobby drinking tea. There was a variety show on TV, which made her laugh. When An Chuxia came in with Han Qilu's coat in his hand, her face changed, and she sat upright and asked, "This dress...is Qilu for you?"

An Chuxia was silent for a while before saying: "He said that he should not catch a cold on the bones of the dinner party, so he gave me the coat."

Jiang Yuanyuan's hand holding the teacup stiffened slightly, and the tea flowed out along the edge. She quickly stood up, and the maid next to her quickly handed over a tissue.

After everything was done, Jiang Yuanyuan raised his head and looked at An Chuxia with a smile and said, "That kid is a knife-mouthed tofu heart. Any dinner party is just an excuse. In fact, he cares about you. Look, my Qilu's heart is actually It’s still on you."

When Jiang Yuanyuan is in a good mood, Han Qilu's "My Family Qilu" is good, and when he is in a bad mood, he is called "Babbit Rabbit". This huge contrast complements her character.

A coat could not express anything, An Chuxia did not show any happy expression on his face, but the hand holding the coat was tight.

"Then Mommy, I'll go up and change clothes." She was also uncomfortable wearing these tight leggings.

Jiang Yuanyuan watched An Chuxia go upstairs, put her teacup aside, raised her foot and walked outside.

At that time, Han Qilu had had enough with Ba Tian, ​​and after handing Ba Tian to a special breeder, he turned and walked back, just in time for Jiang Yuanyuan who came out to look for him.

Jiang Yuanyuan was like a robber who blocked the road. She put her hands on her hips and said with an ugly expression: "You have lost a lot of homework these days. In the early summer, I asked her a tutor. The past lessons are made up. Then you What?"

The wind was blowing next to him, and the sky above his head was gloomy. It was obvious that a heavy rain was coming. Han Qilu looked a little bad: "Learning doesn't mean everything."

This is what a typical adolescent person would say. Jiang Yuanyuan hated iron and steel and said: "You bastard, why don't you learn from others in the early summer? Learning doesn't mean everything, but if you don't learn well, it's worth it. What can I do?"

"Oh." Han Qilu lost his patience, raising his foot and walking aside.

But why would Jiang Yuanyuan just let him go like this? She also has her own calculations.

Seeing that she stretched out her hand, she pulled Han Qilu over, showing the appearance of an elder, and said earnestly: "Mommy thinks that studying is a very important thing for you at the moment, so let's let it go if you don't like tutors I will make up lessons for you in the early summer. Although you are a sophomore in high school, the gap in those Chinese subjects should not be big, so please consult early summer."

"..." Han Qilu stared at Jiang Yuanyuan, how could he not guess what little abacus Jiang Yuanyuan had made in his heart, but after thinking about An Chuxia, he planned to endure the refusal.

"Why are you still stunned? Come with me, I have to let Xiao Chuxia teach you Chinese today. How can a Chinese not learn Chinese lessons." Jiang Yuanyuanqiang took Han Qilu to the villa.

At first, Han Qilu was still a little reluctant, but when Jiang Yuanyuan called two servants to throw his Chinese textbooks to him and escorted him to the door of An Chuxia’s room, he suddenly felt that Jiang Yuanyuan had done something rare. Things that make him unhappy.

"I will call you at dinner, don't let you come out." Jiang Yuanyuan left such a strong sentence, and left with two servants, leaving Han Qilu standing at the door of An Chuxia alone.

Should I go in or not? Han Qilu clenched the Chinese textbook in his hand and sighed secretly.

"Why are you still at the door?" Jiang Yuanyuan, who had already left silently, suddenly turned back, looking at Han Qilu with a weird expression and asked, "Aren't you afraid to knock on the door?"

Just kidding, he is not afraid of Han Qilutian, is he still afraid of this small door?

Just about to sneer, Jiang Yuanyuan quickly reached out and knocked on the door for him.

"Hey-who made you knock on the door?" Han Qilu frowned, looking slightly unhappy.

Jiang Yuanyuan curled her mouth and chuckled very cheaply: "I thought about it, it's better for me to tell Chuxia, what if she doesn't accept you as a student?"

"No?" Han Qilu frowned further: "Why not?"

There are very few men who are so handsome and suave, right?

Without waiting for Han Qilu to continue his narcissism, the door of the room had been pushed open, and An Chuxia was wearing a fluffy pajama suit, looking at them two suspiciously.

"Little Chuxia." Jiang Yuanyuan's smile deepened: "Mommy wants you to help me with something."

"What's the matter?" An Chuxia's eyes were full of doubts, and she stood up straight and asked with a straight face.

"It's this little bunny!" Jiang Yuanyuan grabbed Han Qilu's arm, and pulled Han Qilu in front of her, and said with a smile: "This guy has a bad language. He actually passed nine points on the test at the lowest point. Mommy knows that your language has always been. Very good, so I want you to help him make up lessons."

"..." An Chuxia's face was slightly surprised. There are still very few people in this world who score nine points in the Chinese test... right?

Of course, what Jiang Yuanyuan said was not Huyou'an early summer. When Han Qilu was in the first year of high school, he actually got nine points on the test, and it was a composition point. Of course, he left the previous part empty and only did the multiple-choice questions. But what's cheating is that with ten multiple-choice questions, he actually didn't get one right.

"Hey—" Han Qilu looked at Jiang Yuanyuan displeasedly, annoyed that why she took this shameful thing as a show off to everyone.

Nine points in the Chinese test is not something to be proud of, especially in front of An Chuxia.

"Can you do it, Xiao Chuxia? Mommy knows that you are the best!" Jiang Yuanyuan asked with a smile while looking at An Chuxia with her acting skills.

"That's okay." An Chuxia glanced at the Chinese book in Han Qilu's hand. It was a sophomore textbook. However, the language of Chinese was not particularly clear about age.

"Then Mommy will leave him to you, you must teach him well! Then Mommy will leave first!" Jiang Yuanyuan smiled and turned to leave, as if in a good mood.

Han Qilu stood at the door, the tall man standing blankly with a small Chinese textbook in his hand, rather strange.

An Chuxia looked up at Han Qilu, who was looking embarrassed, and stepped back and said, "Come in."

Her speech was calm, and Han Qilu stopped saying much, and raised his foot into the room. There are many shopping bags on An Chuxia's bed, but they have not been opened yet. Han Qilu got interested, and threw the Chinese textbook aside and walked to the bed: "Do you buy anything for me when you go shopping?"

As he asked, he opened one of the bags. Inside was a knit sweater in macaron color. Just looking at the color made people feel warm and suit her.

An Chuxia bent over and picked up the language book he had thrown aside casually, and reluctantly stepped forward and said, "Han Qilu, this is my room."

"This is my home." Han Qilu said naturally.

An Chuxia's expression stiffened, but in the end she didn't say anything.

Knowing that he had said something wrong, he put down the knitted sweater in his hand, rubbed his hands and said, "Sorry...I shouldn't move your things casually."

"It's okay." An Chuxia greeted him calmly: "This thing is also bought with your money, you have the right to touch it."

An Chuxia's speech was calm, but Han Qilu could hear that she was a little angry, and the anger was not small.

"I didn't mean that..." Han Qilu hurriedly explained.

"It's okay, I'm not angry." An Chuxia said against his will, and walked to the desk: "Come on, let's go to class."