Master Devil Don’t Kiss Me

An Chuxia shook his head, no longer thinking about these things, just said: "It's just over heated, you can eat it."

Han Qilu didn't talk nonsense, went to the bedside table and picked up the bowl.

At this moment, An Chuxia took advantage of the situation and opened the bedside table. What caught my eye was the white gauze stained with blood, and some cotton swabs were also stained with blood.

"What's going on?" An Chuxia was taken aback, and quickly looked at Han Qilu.

"I accidentally fell down during training." Han Qilu said indifferently. He took those things and threw them into the trash can before turning his head and continuing: "Don't tell them, lest they make a fuss again."

The basketball team started training from the third class in the afternoon, and Han Qilu probably fell down at that time.

"But the basketball clubs are all plastic, how can there be so much blood?" An Chuxia asked suspiciously.

"There just happens to be something on the ground." Han Qilu didn't explain much, he pulled her out and closed the door directly, making An Chuxia so angry and funny.

"Is this trying to play?" An Chuxia rolled her eyes at the closed door and turned back to the room.

An Chuxia first took a shower, then opened the notebook to log in to QQ, and after replying to the editor's reminder message, he opened the document to prepare the codeword. But before she started using the keyboard, Meng Xiaonan's QQ portrait flashed in the lower right corner.

Meng Xiaonan sent out "Are you there?" An Chuxia only noticed that Meng Xiaonan's screen name had changed from "Cinderella's Big Sister" to "Keep Yourself". What to stick to? Of course it was the relationship with Xiao Mingluo. An Chuxia curled her mouth and shook her head and smiled. As she was about to tease her, Meng Xiaonan sent a lot of words.

"Boss, do you know? When the basketball club was playing today, the basketball flew too high and hit the glass plate on it. The audience in the auditorium ran around like crazy. A girl fell and watched the people behind. It’s about to step on, your husband stepped forward to stand behind the girl, but he was pushed to the ground by the crowd."

Looking at this large string of blood-red characters, An Chuxia felt a little dazzling.

It turned out to be a good thing...

Then why don't you want to say it?

An Chuxia frowned and was about to reply to Meng Xiaonan's message, but Meng Xiaonan sent another message: "What do you see me gossiping? Your husband must have told you this. Don't bother you, bye! Went to watch a horror movie!"

An Chuxia was taken aback, and only after a long while he sent an "en" in the past.

Since it is a good deed, why not tell her? An Chuxia bit her lip and turned off the chat box with Meng Xiaonan.

"Forget it!" An Chuxia took a deep breath and then exhaled a stale breath, and said dullly: "I'm still angry! What the **** is he doing?!"

Although he said so, his mind kept starting to make up the scene of Han Qilu saving the girl.

She looked up at the blank screen and turned off the computer sadly.

Han Qilu is really a demon, right? Otherwise, why did she even think of him when she was angry, all of him?

One night passed, An Chuxia got up with panda eyes. After so long under Jiang Yuanyuan's "influence", she has been able to use the concealer pen to cover the dark circles well, which did not reveal her insomnia last night.

Before An Chuxia went down the stairs, Jiang Yuanyuan's voice came from the dining table: "Ah! Chuxia! Are you awake?"

"Well, good morning, Mommy." An Chuxia quickly went downstairs to help, but was stopped by Jiang Yuanyuan.

"Don't move, don't move, I haven't done anything for a long time, my body is getting worse and worse, now I have to do something." Jiang Yuanyuan pulled her to sit down, folded herself and went into the kitchen again.

An Chuxia looked at the housekeeper Han who was sorting out the newspapers, and the housekeeper Han realized that An Chuxia was looking at herself, and he straightened up and said: "Today is the birthday of the master, so please let the wife work on our own. We are all being supported Came out."

"Birthday?" An Chuxia tilted his head questioningly: "But are there still days left?"

Housekeeper Han quickly made a silent gesture, walked to An Chuxia and whispered: "Today I found out that it was the madam who was wrong! Madam is never in the lunar calendar. The master may have forgotten his birthday, and the lady is going to prepare Give him a big surprise, remember to keep it secret."

An Chuxia suddenly realized and nodded: "I understand, don't worry!"

At this moment, Han Qilu walked down the stairs, as if he hadn't slept enough.

"Young master early." The servants on the side greeted him quickly, but Han Qilu ignored him with a cold face and sat directly beside the dining table.

"I'm getting up again." An Chuxia murmured, helping Housekeeper Han to classify the newspapers into important and unimportant ones, as well as financial and entertainment ones.

"Your breakfast is coming!" Jiang Yuanyuan was holding two plates in her hands, with lids on them, not knowing what was inside.

"Huh? Why are there only two of us?" An Chuxia remembered Han Guanjia's teachings, did not dare to go up and help, but walked to the table in confusion.

"You two go to school early. I think your daddy did not sleep well last night and let him sleep more. Now it will be cold after a while." Jiang Yuanyuan explained, carefully placing the plates in front of her and In front of Han Qilu.

Han Qilu glanced at Jiang Yuanyuan, and there was an ironic voice in his tone: "Is the sun coming out from the west? You actually cooked by yourself."

If Jiang Yuanyuan would have to train Han Qilu a few more words, the two would inevitably quarrel again, but Jiang Yuanyuan is in a good mood today. After glaring at him, she smiled and said to An Chuxia: "Quickly remove the lid and see how mommy gives The nutritious breakfast you made!"

"En." An Chuxia nodded and removed the lid.

The so-called nutritious breakfast is a hot dog placed between two poached eggs.

As far as breakfast is concerned, this calorie is indeed enough, but... who can tell her why the poached egg on the right is half black?

"Yeah! It's getting late, I'll call your daddy!" Jiang Yuanyuan didn't have time to look at the breakfast on An Chuxia's plate, turning around and quickly dragging her slippers upstairs.

An Chuxia swallowed fiercely, and silently persuaded herself in her heart: "You can't die by eating a burnt egg, you can't die!"

Anyway, it was Jiang Yuanyuan's sincerity, and An Chuxia hesitated and then started to get chopsticks. However, as soon as she raised her hand, the plate in front of her was taken away by Han Qilu.

"you……"

When An Chuxia was shocked, Han Qilu had already pushed his breakfast plate in front of her, and put her burnt egg into his mouth.

As if realizing that An Chuxia was looking at him, he half raised his eyes to look at her and asked calmly, "What?"

"No, it's okay." An Chuxia suddenly lowered her head, and put a piece of hot dog into her mouth in a panic.