Master Devil Don’t Kiss Me

Han Qilu got a cold face and didn't explain much to the housekeeper Han. It's useless to explain it anyway.

When Han Liuhai was angry, he couldn't hear anything.

Soon, the two people walked behind the glass door of the main entrance. Inside, Han Liuhai was standing by the hall window looking out the window. An Chuxia and Jiang Yuanyuan were sitting on one side of the sofa, with their heads down and silent.

Housekeeper Han opened the door for Han Qilu and followed Han Qilu in.

"I'm back." Han Qilu said and planned to go upstairs. He didn't want to have a big fight with Han Liuhai, because he was in a bad mood.

But what he didn't expect was that when Han Liuhai heard the sound, he quickly turned around and threw a ceramic vase by the window. Han Qilu couldn't dodge, and was hit by the vase on his waist. The vase fell to the ground with a "bang" and turned into fragments.

"I'm upstairs." Han Qilu walked directly to the stairs without frowning.

This picture did not put Han Liuhai in his eyes at all, making Han Liuhai's anger even more than three feet high.

"Turbid! You get me down!"

Han Liuhai cursed while still using things to smash Han Qilu.

Seeing this, Jiang Yuanyuan couldn't sit still, got up from the sofa, ran to hug Han Liuhai, robbed the other vase in his hand, and persuaded him: "Don't hit him, that's Your son! Also, that vase is from the Ming Dynasty, so you don’t feel bad about it! In early summer, go up and see if the little bunny has been hurt."

"Eh! Good." An Chuxia quickly agreed, without thinking, and ran up the stairs quickly.

Downstairs Jiang Yuanyuan was still persuading Han Liuhai, An Chuxia ran to the door of Han Qilu's room a few steps, and the door was concealed. Only then did she remember her affairs with Han Qilu.

Thinking that the vase hit Han Qilu solidly, and Han Qilu still wears so little, she gritted her teeth and pushed the door and walked away.

Han Qilu stood on the balcony outside with her back facing her, her lonely appearance suddenly reduced her anger towards him by more than half.

Han Qilu obviously heard when the door was opened, but he remained motionless and appeared indifferent.

"Mommy asked me to come up and see if you are hurt." An Chuxia hesitated for a moment, then walked to the balcony and said.

Hearing her voice, Han Qilu moved a moment and turned his face. The expression on his face was faint, and there was no happiness or anger, but An Chuxia could see that he was in a very bad mood now.

"I'm okay." After he finished speaking, he tightened his lips and turned his face back again.

"Don't be **** your lips, I watched that the vase hit you." An Chuxia walked over a few steps without saying anything, just reached out to lift Han Qilu's clothes.

The cold touch made Han Qilu freeze all over.

He immediately turned around and stared at An Chuxia.

Feeling Han Qilu was looking at herself all the time, she gritted her teeth and tried to ignore Han Qilu's gaze, and lowered her head to check whether he was injured. Only seeing the bruise on his waist, it seems that Han Liuhai's smash is not light.

Seeing the bruise, An Chuxia let out a "Yeah" and quickly retracted his hand: "I'll get you the cooked eggs and rub them. You stand here and don't move."

Han Qilu's expression still couldn't see the happiness or anger, but he nodded in cooperation.

After An Chuxia got a nod, he ran out of the room and kept running downstairs. Jiang Yuanyuan and Han Liuhai's people in the hall were gone. The housekeeper Han thought she was looking for them, and stepped forward and explained: "Madam took the master to walk outside."

"I see." An Chuxia nodded and asked, "Are there any cooked eggs in the kitchen?"

When An Chuxia asked this, the housekeeper Han immediately guessed that Han Qilu must have been bruised, and quickly asked the maid to take out the hot boiled eggs. After An Chuxia peeled off the cooked eggs, he borrowed a napkin to wrap the eggs before heading upstairs.

"Young grandma." Housekeeper Han stepped forward to remind him: "If you have bruises, use this to rub for half an hour, otherwise it will turn purple tomorrow, otherwise the bruises will hardly fade away."

"Hey, I see." An Chuxia responded and hurried upstairs.

"The young master is expensive, but it takes half an hour to rub the bruises? You old man is bluffing!" The older maid on the side said something, making Housekeeper Han only haha.

An Chuxia went upstairs, and when he opened the door to enter, only heard the sound of water in the bathroom, and there was already no one on the balcony. She didn't know what to do, and the bathroom door was "PIA" pushed open.

I saw Han Qilu looking at him with a confused expression, but the point was that this **** didn't wear anything!

"Ah--" An Chuxia exclaimed, and quickly covered her face, and stammered when she said: "Why don't you wear clothes!"

"I thought it took a long time for you to come up and didn't bring your clothes in."

Han Qilu's voice came from the front, An Chuxia covered her eyes and couldn't see anything, she could only urge: "You hurry up and put on your clothes! How can you take a shower without clothes like this!"

After the voice fell, she did not hear a response for a while. She had to keep covering her eyes, but she waited until her hands became sour and didn't hear anymore.

Holding it this way is no way, An Chuxia had to pluck up the courage to remove her hand.

But as soon as she opened her eyes, she saw Han Qilu's N-times magnified picture that caused trouble for the country and the people. She was taken aback and took two steps back inside.

"I'm still thinking about when you will cover your eyes." Han Qilu put his hands on his chest shamelessly. He still didn't wear anything on his upper body, but he put on a piece of brown pajamas on his lower body.

I have to say that this kid's figure is really good!

An Chuxia coughed dryly, and said with a stiff face: "Housekeeper Han said, if your bruises are not rubbed for half an hour with a boiled egg, it will be difficult to eliminate."

Hearing, Han Qilu glanced at her up and down, reached out his hand to shut the door "PIA", walked directly to the bed, and lay down facing the bed, the whole person turned into a "big" shape.

"What are you doing?" An Chuxia was puzzled and stepped forward: "Did you hear what I said?"

"I heard it, it's not that I don't have ears." Han Qilu turned his face to look at her and said, "How do I rub the back? I'm already lying here. You can figure it out."

She had never seen such a person who asked others to help him knead eggs and speak so arrogantly.

Seeing the bruise with water droplets on it, she glanced at the corner of her mouth, decided not to be familiar with Han Qilu, and sat on the bedside carefully rubbing him with a cooked egg wrapped in a napkin.

"En..." Han Qilu let out a muffled noise, which made An Chuxia blush.