Master Devil Don’t Kiss Me

Aunt Zhang quickly brought the eight-treasure porridge. She didn't know if she was hungry or her appetite increased because of her initial recovery from a serious illness. She ate two bowls in a row before stopping. Jiang Yuanyuan's face was full of smiles.

After taking the medicine, she slept again. In the past few days, she slept most comfortably with this sleep.

When I woke up, there was no one in the room. The light in the room was also turned off, and it was pitch black outside, so it was night again. She picked up the alarm clock on the bedside table and saw that it turned out to be eleven o'clock in the evening.

At this time, she woke up.

She wanted to go back to sleep again, but after lying down for a while, she found herself surprisingly awake. When she couldn't sleep, lying down was uncomfortable. She turned on the lamp on the bedside table and sat up slowly.

I have had a fever for too long. Although the fever has subsided now, my head is still a little dizzy, like stepping on the clouds and shaking.

After sitting for a long time, the dizziness slowly disappeared. The air conditioner was turned on in the room, which made her lips dry. Fortunately, the kettle on the table was full. She poured it into the cup, took a sip, and found it was spicy.

"Ginger tea..." She said in surprise.

"To drive away the cold, the doctor said that your body is very cold now and you must be treated back."

Han Qilu's voice sounded abruptly, An Chuxia was taken aback, and turned around quickly, only to find that the room was empty and there was no one at all!

Where did that sound come from?

Could it be... above?

An Chuxia slowly raised her head and looked at the ceiling, when her voice sounded again: "Don't look, on the ground!"

It's Han Qilu's voice, yes! An Chuxia immediately looked at the source of the sound, but saw a small piece of light blue quilt on the floor over the bed. She remembered that she had put away the quilt, and in doubt, she walked to the other side of the bed and discovered that Han Qilu had hit the floor on the floor.

Han Qilu looked at her with a pair of black eyes, looking strange and scary.

"When did you come out?" She asked subconsciously.

"What is it coming out..." Han Qilu sat up and said angrily, "I've always been here, alright?"

Of course Han Qilu couldn't emerge from the underground like Tu Xingsun, and she felt that her question was a bit too silly. But doubts arose in my heart. He looked at Han Qilu suspiciously and asked, "Why are you sleeping on the ground? You used to... didn't you just slip into my bed? Could it be... I changed the evil?"

"What is changing evil and returning to righteousness? Master, I have always been the incarnation of justice, okay?" Han Qilu rolled his eyes and said slowly: "You are finished with the potion now, if I was afraid that I might encounter you with a needle Hands, will I sleep on the ground?"

Tsk tut, this is also called the incarnation of justice.

An Chuxia was about to sneer, Han Qilu had stood up, reached out and probed her forehead, and said with satisfaction: "Very well, it shouldn't burn back. You sit and rest, I will go downstairs and ask them to get you some food. Yes, my mother has hired a nutritionist to treat your body specially, so you should be more confident and take care of your body early."

"Nutritionist..." An Chuxia was a little surprised, but at the same time she felt moved.

Jiang Yuanyuan treats her as good as his biological daughter.

With such a good person by her side, my mother should be at ease in the Spirit of Heaven.

While traveling, Han Qilu had already walked out of the room. She waited for a while, feeling a little bored, then opened the laptop and logged in to her writer's backstage.

When I opened it, I didn't know it, and I was shocked. She was absent these days, and the people who urged the update had arranged hundreds of pages. What's more exaggerated is that the person who has the biggest recommendation on the website is still her! I heard that the recommended position is hard to get. What she didn't expect is that she would still be in that recommended position after the change.

I really don't know whether to say that the owner of the website looks up to her too much or whether to say that the owner has no business savvy.

After reading everyone's reminders and comments, her heart in writing suddenly burned. When Han Qilu came upstairs with the servant who brought the food, he saw An Chuxia cracklingly typing.

"Auntie, who are you talking to? Don't you know that your body needs a good rest?" Han Qilu ordered the servant to put the food on the table while walking towards her desk.

An Chuxia immediately closed the notebook, and squeezed a smile at Han Qilu uneasily, and said in a concealed manner: "No, just look at what fun things have happened during my absence in the past few days."

"Does something fun require you to close the notebook as soon as I walk over?" Han Qilu leaned close to her, staring at her with deep eyes, and then approached her ears, speaking in a voice that only two people could hear "Aren’t you looking at something you shouldn’t? Madam, if you want to see it, just tell me and it’s over?"

Knowing what Han Qilu meant by this sentence, An Chuxia's face flushed quickly, and he glanced at him sternly, and said in a deep voice, "Shut up!"

Seeing her shy and annoyed appearance, Han Qilu didn't dare to tease her anymore, and compromised: "I'll shut up, right? Come over to eat first.

Han Qilu is such a good talker, so An Chuxia got down this step and got up and sat at the table. The so-called dietitian, didn't she just give her a dish of two meats, three vegetables and one soup? And they are all very light and simple dishes, she deeply feels that the nutritionist is for nothing.

"The nutritionist said, you have recovered from a serious illness, you can't eat a lot of tonics at once, don't eat too much, eat more vegetables with half a bowl of rice." Han Qilu said, handing over half a bowl of rice, and turning his face away with a glance. The servants.

"Actually, there is no need to hire a dietitian." An Chuxia said while eating, "I was not born with a golden spoon in my mouth. My life is very hard. You can see that I fell into the River of Tears in a cold day. Now, as long as you rest for a few days, you will be fine."

The atmosphere suddenly became cold, An Chuxia stopped his movements and looked at Han Qilu hesitantly.

But seeing Han Qilu looking at her coldly, as if to freeze her to death.

"Why...Why do you look at me like this?" An Chuxia gulped down the rice in his mouth, and asked with some fear.

"An Chuxia." Han Qilu called her first name and last name, with a very serious look.

This suddenly...what's wrong?

"Why..." An Chuxia sniffed and couldn't help becoming nervous.

Han Qilu was still normal just now, and he changed his face this time, and his face was as dark as Guan Gong, turning his face is faster than turning a book!

"You are not allowed to mention the word'Leijiang' in the future, and you are not allowed to think too much of your own body!" Han Qili said in an indisputable tone, and added a sentence at the end: "Have you heard?"

His words have a sense of leadership.

An Chuxia shrugged and nodded disapprovingly: "I know, I know..."

"I'm serious!" Han Qilu increased his tone, and startled her with a serious look. Without waiting for her to speak, Han Qilu didn't look away and continued: "These days, I really...really thought you... Therefore, I will not mention it anymore."

His tone gradually softened, and his gaze fell on her again without knowing when, with pain and happiness. The pain is because of the memories of those few days, and I am grateful that she is still alive and alive at the moment.

An Chuxia looked shocked, and she quickly understood why Han Qilu suddenly changed his face. Not because of a bad temper, but because... During the period of her disappearance, he really had too much pain. And these pains, he didn't want to think about it anymore in his life, let alone experience it again.

A heart, as if suddenly injected by a warm current, is full of joy.

"Han Qilu." An Chuxia put down his chopsticks and stood up, looking at him with incomparably sincere eyes. This look made Han Qilu feel uncomfortable, and even felt his hairs stand up.

Could it be that the attitude he spoke just now was too tough and made her angry?

When he was still wondering if he was going to apologize to her for being soft, his lips suddenly became warm, and the soft lips actually covered it.

But that Wen Ruan only stayed for a short while and left, the retro scent of her hair still remained on the tip of his nose.

Retro?

Han Qilu frowned, glanced at An Chuxia, whose cheeks were red, and asked calmly: "Madam, can I ask you something?"

An Chuxia was taken aback, and nodded with doubt and embarrassment, and said, "You ask."

Han Qilu cleared his throat, and asked seriously, "Why does your hair smell like a carved card?"

An Chuxia was taken aback again. She thought Han Qilu would ask something, but she didn't expect it to be such a question!

An Chuxia suddenly became full of black lines, and kicked him when she raised her foot: "What are you talking about?!"

Han Qilu cleverly avoided her foot, shrugged, and said quite innocently: "I'm not talking nonsense, I'm just carving a card! Don't believe it...you smell it yourself?"

Carved hair? An Chuxia was shocked, picked up a strand of hair and smelled it, only to feel the familiar smell of carved soap turning to the tip of his nose, let alone, the smell is strangely missed! After coming to Han's house, she never washed her clothes.

But the point is not this, but... Nima! Why does her hair smell of carved soap? !

"Right?" Han Qilu raised his eyebrows, stood up and sniffed her hair, nodded confidently and said: "When I ran away from home, it was the clothes that I washed. This smell will last my life. I can't forget it!"

"I remember!" An Chuxia clapped her hands, and she suddenly realized: "When I was rescued, they took a bath for me. As for the hair...maybe it was washed directly with soap."

"You said... they took a bath for you?" Han Qilu narrowed his eyes dangerously into a line, staring at her tightly and asked, "Are they male and female?"

"Nonsense! It's Xu Xin, Xu Yue, and grandma." An Chuxia pouted her lips and suddenly looked at Han Qilu and asked: "You said you ran away from home? When did it happen? Why did you run away from home?"