Master Devil Don’t Kiss Me

"Come here. See what Mommy did." When An Chuxia walked in front of her, Jiang Yuan held her hand with a full smile. The warm touch made An Chuxia's heart warm.

The kitchen became messy, with cream and various small fruits everywhere. Several maids in charge of the kitchen stood with their hands crossed, and it seemed that they were not allowed to help, which made the kitchen messy.

Looking at the cake again, the original standard round shape has now been made into an ellipse by Jiang Yuanyuan... No, the ellipse is too exaggerated. But anyhow it was made into two layers.

And Jiang Yuanyuan herself has completely lost her former elegance. She couldn't help but stick with cream on her face, and even her hair with unknown objects. At this level of seriousness, even if the cake is not beautiful, Han Liuhai will be moved, right?

"It's pretty good, but...hasn't the fruit been added yet? If no fruit is added, it feels very monotonous." An Chuxia said sincerely.

For her, a gift depends on whether it is valuable, not the price, but whether the giver is careful.

"I have prepared the fruit." Jiang Yuanyuan said, directing the maid to bring up the washed fruits.

"Kiwi slices, strawberries, cherries, grapes, and chocolate chips!" Jiang Yuanyuan said, rubbing her hands and saying: "Little Chuxia, come and help Mommy decorate the cake."

"Okay!" An Chuxia nodded repeatedly, helping design how to decorate the cake with fruits.

The sky was completely dark, the afterglow of the setting sun gradually disappeared, and the moon began to rise, set against a few sparsely arranged stars.

Feasting streets and splendid storefronts.

"Welcome." The clerk standing at the door bowed deeply and greeted the guests with a standard smile.

Han Qilu draped the school uniform jacket casually on his shoulders, which formed a sharp contrast with the pedestrians wearing heavy jackets on the street.

"Is there anything I can do for you?" The clerk in a neat uniform still asked with a standard professional smile.

There are not many customers at this time, and there are very few shop assistants. It seems that the clerk does not know him. This is also good, so as not to face those flattering faces.

Thinking about this, Han Qilu's cold face eased a little: "I'm here to pick up the pen ordered a few days ago."

This Montblanc pen store is the only store in City A that sells high-end pens. People who enter and leave this store are either rich or expensive.

"I'll take a look for you." The clerk hurriedly took Han Qilu to the counter and asked respectfully, "May I ask your name?"

"Han Qilu." Han Qilu said his name indifferently.

The clerk nodded, and then looked at the person in front of him as if reacting to something. But she only glanced at it, then hurriedly lowered her head to find the order record.

"I found it, I will help you get it, you will wait a moment." The clerk was still respectful, but there was a hint of restraint in his voice. After all, this person is called Han Qilu...

"Good." Han Qilu nodded and stood quietly waiting.

At this moment, two figures passed by the transparent shop. These two people suddenly narrowed Han Qilu's eyes. He turned around to catch up, but the clerk happened to walk out with a beautiful box.

The clerk saw that Han Qilu was about to leave, she ran up to hold Han Qilu and said, "Master Han, your pen! Are you dissatisfied with my service? Please let me go. My sister, I can’t lose this job!"

The clerk was obviously frightened by Han Qilu's move, and thought her movements were too slow, which made Han Qilu impatient. Although she was already using the fastest speed to get the goods.

At this time, the explanation would only become more troublesome. Han Qilu had no choice but to settle down and follow the clerk to pay the remaining money before walking out with a pen.

He would never mistake those two people! That is what caused his character to become uncertain!

However, he still wants to verify with his own eyes!

After making up his mind, Han Qilu held the pen tightly and hurried to chase out the door. But there were only a pair of elderly people on the road, and a family walking happily. Where is the figure he saw just now?

However, he was not reconciled!

Han Qilu hurried to the direction where the two people were walking, and the night wind whizzed across his face. Just now because he was completely hot after training, he didn't even need to wear a jacket. Now the chill of late autumn is beginning to emerge bit by bit.

Soon, his footsteps stood firm.

Just across the road!

It was two people leaning on each other, they were walking in the direction of a hotel! And that hotel is just a newly opened hotel under the Han family!

Han Qilu ran across the road without hesitation.

At this moment, the rapid sound of a horn suddenly sounded, followed by a long and narrow brake. The car lights shone on Han Qilu, and his vision suddenly became blurred.

Everything happened so suddenly.

But those two people stepped into the revolving door of the hotel.

Just half a meter away from Han Qilu, the blue truck stopped. As a result of being frightened by Han Qilu's sudden appearance, the panting driver finally recovered, quickly pulled down the car window, and shouted at Han Qilu: "Smelly boy! Are you looking for death?!"

The two people had already entered the hotel, and Han Qilu slowly retracted his gaze. He didn't seem to care at all about what he was going to hit by a car just now.

"Hey-brat! I'm talking to you! Are you **** looking for death just now?!" The driver's uncle was originally angry, and when he saw Han Qilu's unmoved expression, he suddenly became angry!

"En." Han Qilu nodded, turned his head, staring at the driver like ghosts with cold eyes, and said lightly: "Yes, I'm looking for death."

The driver's uncle obviously had never seen such a person before, and he even froze in his facial expression, staring at Han Qilu blankly, not knowing what to say.

Han Qilu retracted his gaze, raised his foot and walked to the hotel.

This hotel, he once came here to take a shower when he was passing by in the rain. The lobby manager of the hotel recognizes him.

As soon as I walked into the hotel, the hotel waiter greeted me immediately: "Welcome, do you live in the hotel?

Han Qilu directly ignored the waiter, looked over her, and circled the hotel lobby. In the end, his eyes settled on a man lying on the counter.

"I'm looking for someone." After Han Qilu said these three words, he walked straight to the man.

"You will change this room to a different style tomorrow for me. Do you know that you will lose money if you continue this way?" The man is the lobby manager of this newly opened hotel.

"Yes." The person behind the counter nodded repeatedly.

The lobby manager was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but the collar of stamina was suddenly caught. Then, he saw Han Qilu's face in astonishment.