Master Devil Don’t Kiss Me

"Ah! Don't come here, help!" She didn't know what was going on. She took a few steps back and turned around and ran around the hall. Batian also followed her closely. Finally, she hurried to the back of Han Qilu who was watching the show, tightly. He grabbed his waist tightly.

"Help..." She hugged Han Qilu pitifully, tears coming from her eyes.

A certain part of the bottom of my heart was suddenly touched, Han Qilu looked away, and said in a deep voice: "Batian, stay aside! Otherwise, you won't have to eat dinner."

Ba Tian, ​​who was about to pounce on An Chuxia again, bounced twice unwillingly, and finally obediently walked aside and sat down. But his eyes were still fixed on An Chuxia, and An Chuxia also stared at it tightly, for fear that it would suddenly go crazy again and rushed to her.

Seeing An Chuxia's expression, Han Qilu suddenly felt very funny, so he really laughed out loud.

"What are you... laughing at?" An Chuxia asked incomprehensibly, while still looking nervously at Ba Tian. Ba Tian seemed to be a little sleepy. He blinked lazily and placed his huge head on his front legs, closing his eyes as if he was asleep.

She was relieved now.

"I laugh... It turns out that An Chuxia, who is not afraid of the sky and the earth, is also afraid of things. It is really rare." He looked smug, as if he had discovered the New World.

Glancing at him contemptuously, she still glanced at Ba Tian nervously.

"I said, miss." Han Qilu put his head close to her face, and he actually smelled a faint milky fragrance: "When will you hold me?"

Then she remembered that she was still holding Han Qilu's waist tightly! He hurriedly released his hand, and two pink suspicious clouds climbed up his cheeks instantly.

"I'm sorry!" she said politely.

Han Qilu raised his eyebrows disapprovingly: "My Batian seems to like you very much, but you don't seem to like it very much... You know, my Batian is loved by everyone. Generally, it ignores others and never has others. Ignore it."

Lowering her head, she plunged into deep memories. She didn't wake up until Han Qilu poked her face with her finger. He could hardly see the heavy sadness in An Chuxia’s eyes,

"You don't believe it? In fact, when I was very young, my father and other women left behind me and my mother. In the first days, I cried day and night, so I got a high fever. The money was taken away by my father, and my mother had no money to treat me, as long as she held me to the street and begged.” She said this, she sniffed, and the tip of her nose actually started to panic.

Han Qilu knew that An Chuxia's family was poor, but he didn't know these things. My chest suddenly faintly acid, is this distressed?

"That day, my mother hugged me to the door of a rich man, but the man let out a dog without saying a word. My mother was bitten by the dog in order to protect me..." she said here, her cheek scratched After a tear.

Realizing that he seemed to have said too much, An Chuxia immediately stopped. Only then did I realize that Jiang Yuanyuan, who was standing at the door of the kitchen, had already cried like a tearful man, and that housekeeper Han who was standing beside him had a tear on the old face.

"That's why I'm afraid of dogs!" An Chuxia raised a smile, without a trace of sadness remaining in her clean eyes: "What are you guys doing? It's not a particularly touching thing, and the tears are really low."