Master Devil Don’t Kiss Me

"What the **** is it? You are so mysterious." An Chuxia asked while rubbing her hands. She was originally afraid of the cold. After her mother passed away, she came to Han's house for several toss. Her physique was not as good as before, and she became more afraid. cold.

Meng Xiaonan has always been very nervous, so naturally he didn't notice this. She looked around, and no one would be standing in the corridor in such cold weather. She whispered: "Early summer, the first class today is the class teacher's class. After her class, you can accompany me Skip class?"

Skip class... before An Chuxia did not do less.

But that was because of the heavy burden at home, she had to escape the last class in the afternoon to make time to work with Meng Xiaonan. But Meng Xiaonan obviously didn't skip class to go to work.

"You always have to tell me the reason." An Chuxia looked at her in surprise and asked: "Are you provoking someone? You are a loan shark?"

"Don't be so imaginative!" After curling his lips, Meng Xiaonan said angrily: "It's all my dad! If I hadn't heard him call this morning, I wouldn't know that!"

As a result, Meng Xiaonan said that An Chuxia didn't know the whole story.

It turns out that Dad Jiang suddenly has many partners who are no longer willing to cooperate with him these days, and even shareholders in the company have begun to withdraw their shares. Specifically, Meng Xiaonan doesn't understand it very well. In a word, Dad Jiang's company has encountered a big crisis.

And this crisis, Meng Xiaonan guessed because of the Xiao family. So she is going to meet the elders of the Xiao family today.

She didn't want Xiao Mingluo to know about this, so she had to keep it from Han Qilu, so she just shut up when she saw Han Qilu at the school gate.

"But...is it useful for you to meet them?" An Chuxia said, sighing heavily, "Are you sure this is going to be hidden from Xiao Mingluo?"

"En." Meng Xiaonan nodded firmly: "He is already very annoying, I don't want to make my family's affairs make him feel more annoying. In early summer, if you are here, I will feel more settled."

"Okay!" An Chuxia readily agreed: "A leave of absence will definitely attract attention, it would be better to skip class. The class teacher has not been strict with the class recently, and rarely comes to the class to watch, so we leave in the second class. But... when the first get out of class is over, I will go to the sophomore year."

"En?" The cute little man put his hands on his hips and pretended to be angry: "You are not going to tell your husband, are you? Let me tell you, this is not good, your husband will definitely tell Xiao Mingluo!"

"No!" An Chuxia's ears suddenly reddened, and he reached out and hammered Meng Xiaonan's shoulder: "What kind of husband's husband, don't bark. I'm just going up to deliver something, you just wait for me in the class. "

With a sudden realization, Meng Xiaonan took An Chuxia's hand and said: "Well, let's go in, it's too cold!"

After the morning self-study, almost all the class lay on the table because of sleepiness. The class is too quiet to be quiet.

At this moment, a person suddenly appeared at the door of the classroom-Nangong Zifei.

"Zi Fei..." An Chuxia stood up subconsciously.

Nangong Zifei was holding a light blue scarf in his hand. The pattern on it looked like a girl's scarf, which looked a little abrupt in his hand.

"Early summer..." Nangong Zifei's eyes flashed.

However, in the next second, Marg walked out of her position and walked to the door with a smile on her face and said: "Zi Fei, are you here to give me a scarf?"

"En." Nangong Zifei's gaze had to move to Mag, and then handed her the scarf: "You forgot in Dahu's schoolbag."

Marg took the scarf shyly, but the rest of the light fell on An Chuxia, but An Chuxia obviously didn't react much, but looked at them suspiciously.

"I really trouble you." The corner of Marg's mouth raised: "Just let Brother Big Tiger send me over, or send me a text message. How troublesome it would be to come here."

"It's okay." Nangong Zifei said, but frowned slightly: "It's a big effort."

"Should be going to class soon? Then you go up early to avoid being late." Margot said, holding Nangong Zifei's hand and holding him out of the classroom.

For this action, Nangong Zifei's eyes were wink, but he did not withdraw his hand, but obediently left the classroom with Mag.

There are still very few people on the corridor, only a few people go to the toilet on the way.

"Then you go up." Margot let go of Nan Gong Zifei's hand, still smiling.

I have to say that Margot looked pretty with a smile, and the two dimples appeared, making her feel a sweet feeling throughout her body, but Nangong Zifei did not catch a cold.

"Mag." Nangong Zifei stared at Mag's eyes.

When he saw it this way, Marg looked a little at a loss, and she couldn't help grasping the scarf tightly with both hands: "What's the matter?"

"I think, after getting along for so long, you should know all my rules." Nangong Zifei's eyes became sharp.

"What... mean?" Margot grasped the scarf more forcefully.

"Don't understand?" Nangong Zifei looked at her shocked face, and said in a cold tone: "Just now... did you deliberately hold my hand? Who can show my hand?"

Three questions made Margot's face pale suddenly.

"I will try my best to forget her, but you should not do anything that disgusts me, let alone act in front of her deliberately. If something like this happens again..." Nan Gongzi paused before continuing, "You will regret it. of."

--You will regret this.

This sentence kept lingering in Marg's mind.

When she returned to the classroom, the whole person was still confused.

"Ah—" there was a pain in her abdomen, and Marg couldn't help but yelled. Because of her absence, her abdomen accidentally hit the corner of An Chuxia's table.

"Are you all right?" An Chuxia hurriedly stood up and asked subconsciously.

However, in Margot's eyes, her care turned all into disgust.

"Get out! Don't touch me!" Margot stretched out her hand and pushed An Chuxia away, who was up to help her, and walked a few steps to her seat and sat down.

When An Chuxia returned to her seat, Philia couldn't help but asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

"I don't know." An Chuxia shook her head with a foggy face, recalling that Margo had just gone out holding Nan Gongzifei with a smile on her face. She really couldn't guess what happened to Margo.

"It's probably a menstrual period." Philia whispered, and went back to sleep.

In their eyes, Marg has always been very gentle, and suddenly she was like An Chuxia, only "menstrual period is coming" can explain. But An Chuxia always thinks Marg is weird.

Fortunately, the cute boy fell asleep, otherwise he might have a fight with Marg after seeing this scene.

Soon, the class bell rang, and the head teacher walked into the classroom with the class bell.

"It's all up, we start to class!"

Outside the classroom, the wind was blowing, the weather became more gloomy, and the gray clouds pressed down little by little, making people feel suffocated.

The first class finally ended. After the head teacher left, An Chuxia suddenly stood up and walked to Meng Xiaonan.

If it is in normal times, An Chuxia will definitely continue to sit in the seat and read books or do homework, but this is not normal, they will play truant! After An Chuxia walked to Meng Xiaonan's side, she discovered that although this guy looked down reading a book, she was actually using a pile of books on the table as a cover, while she was sitting down and sleeping!

"Moe boy!" An Chuxia reluctantly pushed her and said: "I will go upstairs. Hurry up and be ready to wait for me at the top of the stairs. By the way, remember to bring my backpack with my mobile phone in it. "

"En..." The cute little man responded in a dazed manner, then stretched his waist greatly and said: "I see."

An Chuxia just walked outside and went straight to Han Qilu's classroom.

The learning atmosphere of the second year of high school is somewhat stronger than that of the first year of high school. There are also several people standing outside the corridor discussing math problems during class. An Chuxia couldn't help but think that even the people outside the corridor are discussing math problems, so don't everyone in the classroom have to study hard?

However, it turns out that she thinks more...

After walking to the door of Han Qilu's classroom, she was surprised to find that the classroom was silent, even if she was speaking, she was talking quietly.

Soon, she discovered the reason for all this.

Han Qilu, Xiao Mingluo, and Ling Hanyu, these three young masters all slept on the table!

No wonder someone in the hallway is discussing math problems, but the classroom is so quiet. It turned out that it was all because of fear of waking these three young masters! An Chuxia sincerely rejoices that she is not in the same class as these three young masters!

"Isn't that An Chuxia..."

Just when An Chuxia was standing at the door of the classroom thinking wildly, someone spotted her, and soon, almost the entire class's eyes fell on her.

This feeling of being stared at is really uncomfortable, like having thousands of ants crawling on the body.

"Ahem..." She gave a dry cough, took a deep breath, and simply walked into the classroom.

Anyway, it is estimated that no one would dare to wake up Han Qilu for her.

Han Qilu's anger when he got up... almost reached the realm of Dugu's defeat.

Every time she took a step, the eyes of the people in the class moved with her. It was almost a short distance, but she felt it was several kilometers away.

She couldn't help speeding up her pace, and finally walked to Han Qilu's table.

"Han Qilu..." She yelled softly, and then heard someone sucking in the air.

However, the young master was lying on the table motionlessly.

Thinking of waiting for a while and playing truant before the next class teacher arrives, there is not much time left for her! Thinking of this, An Chuxia couldn't calm down anymore, and directly reached out and pushed Han Qilu vigorously.

Han Qilu tilted his head and slid from his arm to the tabletop.