Master Devil Don’t Kiss Me

An Chuxia patted her head. If the driver didn't remind her, she would really throw the bag with the skirt in the car. After taking the clothes and getting out of the car, Han Qilu walked to her and whispered, "Should I accompany you?"

According to the teacher's explanation after yesterday's rehearsal, I took the clothes to be changed during the performance to the gym this morning. There are empty rooms on both sides of the stage of the sports art hall. Now it has been arranged as a place for changing clothes and makeup. Girls are in the room on the left and boys are in the room on the right, so as to avoid the embarrassment of changing clothes.

Of course, there are special compartments separated by cloth for changing clothes. An Chuxia just put the skirt in the left room.

She originally wanted to refuse, but after thinking about it, she nodded: "Okay."

The moment she nodded and said "OK", her hand holding the skirt lightened, and Han Qilu had carried the bag in her hand, quite a gentleman.

An Chuxia squinted and went over, and said amusedly: "It's rare that you are so caring."

Han Qilu, who was talking about this, was a little unhappy. He looked at her and said, "An Chuxia, you don't want to be cheap and not behave. When have you seen this young master mention something to someone?"

You know, even when the family was in the most desperate situation before, he was also served by a special nanny by his side! In this way, An Chuxia really feels that she has a lot of face.

But it's one thing to feel that one's face is great, but it's another to argue.

An Chuxia glanced at him and stretched out her hand: "Then you won't be wronged, Master. It's more appropriate to carry the bag by my maid. Come, Master, give me the bag."

What she said was rigorous. Han Qilu was still a little dull at first, but when she said this, her brows and eyes softened inadvertently: "An Chuxia, I must owe you in my previous life!"

An Chuxia was about to continue speaking, but Xiao Mingluo's voice sounded at this moment: "Can you two not flirt and scold you early in the morning?"

An Chuxia followed the voice and looked at them, but saw Meng Xiaonan and his daughter-in-law holding Xiao Mingluo's hand and looking at them amusedly.

They also said that the two of them are flirting, they are showing affection, right?

Meng Xiaonan originally looked like a daughter-in-law, so he immediately let go of Xiao Mingluo's hand and hopped to An Chuxia and asked: "What's in this bag? Is it the clothes to wear during the performance? "

When she asked, Xiao Mingluo was also interested, and stepped forward and asked: "Early summer, are you really going to be on stage?"

"Of course I really want to go on stage!" Meng Xiaonan answered first, and after losing Xiao Mingluo's eyes, he turned his head and said excitedly: "Let me see?"

"Okay." It was no secret, and An Chuxia immediately agreed.

But when she agreed, Meng Xiaonan shook his head like a rattle: "No way, no way! Can't watch! I want to leave some surprises for myself!"

"It's getting late." Han Qilu urged: "Let's go."

An Chuxia nodded, and after bidding farewell to Meng Xiaonan and Xiao Mingluo, he quickly followed in Han Qilu's footsteps.

When I walked into the sports art hall, there was no one in the sports art hall. Many people brought their clothes yesterday. On the long clothes rack in the room, there was no clothes hanging. Everyone just put the clothes in their own bags.

"Why don't they hang up their clothes?" An Chuxia asked suspiciously.

Suddenly, she saw Han Qilu's mentally retarded expression, and then said, "Are you really stupid or fake? This hanger is not a costume. You can put on your original clothes after putting on the costume. Who will show the costumes to everyone early?"

What he said was not bad in tone, but An Chuxia felt uncomfortable all at once.

She frowned and said unhappily: "I'm not stupid, I just haven't seen the world. To you, I am no different from the village girl."

Everyone can look down, and even think that she is a carp jumping through a dragon gate or a sparrow becoming a phoenix, but Han Qilu can't!

Although those words didn't mean to look down on her, they accidentally hurt her already sensitive heart.

Putting the bag in, she turned and left, but as soon as she turned, her wrist was pulled by a powerful hand.

"Early summer, I didn't mean that." Han Qilu looked a little flustered, he just said carelessly, and didn't think it would hurt her.

"I know." An Chuxia didn't look back at him, but looked down at his toes.

She also knew that Han Qilu didn't mean it, but she was really uncomfortable at the moment. What hanger... Although she used to have such performances in her previous high school, such as the New Year's Day party, how could it be so good here? There are hangers for hanging clothes and a long dressing table specially used for makeup.

Everyone in their school changes clothes in the toilet. Make-up also pays 20 yuan to find a small shop outside. How could she know that these hangers are not used to hang costumes.

But she didn't say these words in her heart, just said three words "I know". But such an early summer made Han Qilu even more nervous.

"I really didn't mean that!" Han Qilu's voice trembled a little, and he held An Chuxia's hand tightly and said: "You just pretend that I didn't say anything, is it?"

Then a person who is almost a master, said "no" to her in a low voice.

An Chuxia's heart trembled, turned her head and looked at Han Qilu's eyebrows. There was tension and regret written all over his face, it was true regret.

She suddenly couldn't move her eyes.

"Are you not angry?" Han Qilu reached out and touched her cheek, the touch was soft, with a hint of coldness.

He covered her cheek with both hands, and the warmth immediately wrapped her face.

"Don't be angry anymore." She nodded: "I know you didn't mean that, and I really don't know what this hanger is for..."

"Needless to say." Han Qilu interrupted her, leaning his face closer and said, "Don't say you didn't know that this hanger was used to hang changed clothes. Even if you don't know what a hanger is, Han Qilu will definitely not Will despise you. Understand?"

A person like him who spoke serious and casual love words is almost extinct!

An Chuxia felt a little moved, but he snorted and said, "What do you mean you won't despise me? I haven't despised you yet. I can't even distinguish between the subject and the guest."

Han Qilu's poor language is a flaw.

His face turned red all of a sudden: "An Chuxia, you..."

Before the curse was spoken, it was blocked by the soft lips. He always kissed her forcibly, but now An Chuxia took the initiative to kiss him?

The brain of the great young master Han was stuck at this moment.