Master Devil Don’t Kiss Me

"Throwing?" Han Qilu frowned, shrugged his shoulders innocently, and said unscrupulously: "How can you say that it is throwing? I just put it on the ground."

"You!" An Chuxia was angry, poked Han Qilu's shoulder and said: "That's someone else's shopping cart! How can you take someone else's shopping cart!"

"Isn't this public?" Han Qilu said with an expression of "I did not do anything wrong," with a straight face: "Besides, there is no one there. How do I know this thing is still being used?"

"Is this common sense?!" An Chuxia felt that she was about to be vomited blood by Han Qilu!

She had to quickly take her own things out of the shopping cart and threw them all into Han Qilu's arms, and then pushed the shopping cart to the original place, picking up other people's things and putting them in. She was relieved and walked back.

Not long after walking back, she saw a woman dragging a child and reproaching: "If you tell you not to run around, you just don’t listen. You are not allowed to run around anymore, have you heard?! Such a big supermarket makes it hard for mom to find you. of!"

An Chuxia glanced at Han Qilu obliquely, "Have you seen it? The stuff inside is all being used."

"Oh." Han Qiludi nodded, with a sudden realization, it made people so angry and funny.

Soon the shopping cart was full, and An Chuxia suddenly slapped her thigh: "Yogurt is good for the stomach and intestines. Buy a box of Anmuxi for grandma!"

"I'm old, can you think of my stomach?" Han Qilu pushed the full shopping cart behind her with a grieving face.

When An Chuxia picked up a box of Muslyan and asked him to carry it, he immediately regretted why he refused to let Han Guan follow along! He has become a porter of yogurt!

There were so many people visiting the supermarket at this point. The queue was full when they went to checkout. Han Qilu was about to step forward. An Chuxia quickly took his hand and asked quietly, "Where are you going? Line up! "

"Queue?" Han Qilu glanced at the long line full of malice, then returned his gaze to An Chuxia's face, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Are you sure?"

"Otherwise?" An Chuxia tugged at his sleeve and whispered: "Don't make trouble, there are aunts and uncles in front of you. If you dare to jump in, you can drown you with a single star! Obedient Point, follow me in line!"

"Then we must arrive at Qianhu tomorrow morning." Han Qilu said very displeased, but obediently lined up behind her.

More than half an hour passed, and the team was only half short. An Chuxia thought for a while, and said to Han Qilu: "Otherwise, you can find a place to rest first. I'll call you when I'm almost there."

She was really afraid of Miss Han Qilu's temper, oh no, the young master had a temper, so she called the boss of the supermarket and left the door. This World Trade Center does not know if it is owned by the Korean Group.

Han Qilu gave her a sideways look and said coldly; "An Chuxia, do you think I am the kind of person who has no such patience?"

"No, of course not!" An Chuxia said quickly.

The corner of Han Qilu's mouth twitched slightly at this moment, and said rather rascally: "You are wrong, I'll go in and find a place to sit back, and call me when you get your phone."

After finishing speaking, he left without hesitation, without even taking his head back!

by!

A song suddenly appeared in her mind: You cried and told me that all the stories in fairy tales are deceptive.

What kind of domineering but gentle heroes in idol dramas, all Nima are all booing!

About half an hour later, it was finally her turn. After calling Han Qilu, the goods came quickly, and it was her turn here. The two boxes of yogurt were the first to be brushed. Han Qilu directly gave her the car key and asked her to carry the yogurt.

Compared with the big bags of snacks, she was more willing to carry yogurt, and she turned around and glanced casually. Han Qilu seemed to have found something out of her pocket and put it on the counter. She didn't care and continued to walk quickly to the parking lot.

After visiting the supermarket, the next step is to visit the women's clothing store. She has to buy a set of pajamas for both Xu Xin and Xu Yue.

"Two people, welcome, what kind of clothes do you want to buy?" As soon as she walked to the third floor, the shopping guide greeted him warmly, not forgetting to look at Han Qilu a few more times.

"Girls' pajamas are for winter." An Chuxia replied quickly.

The shopping guide girl smiled, walked to Han Qilu's side, her cheeks flushed, and she said softly: "You two, please come with me."

When he met the fan Han Qilu, An Chuxia pouted and followed.

After buying pajamas, she bought a winter coat for Xu Yue, Xu Xin, and grandma each. She was relieved: "Buy these first, and then buy them in town when you think of others."

"Okay." Han Qilu nodded very obediently, watching her eyes full of tenderness.

tender? This guy...wrong!

An Chuxia glanced at him suspiciously, and asked in a deep voice, "Why are you looking at me like this all of a sudden?"

"I think everyone thinks that way." Han Qilu shrugged and pretended to be cold.

"Forget it, when I didn't ask." An Chuxia pulled him, looked up and down, and seemed to mutter to herself: "He seems to be about the same height as Qian Xin, and Qian Xin is thinner...but it seems It's almost there."

"What are you talking about?" Han Qilu looked at her questioningly and asked.

"It's nothing, there seems to be the menswear department over there. Let's take a look over there." After An Chuxia said, she pulled him directly to the menswear department. She turned her back to Han Qilu, so naturally she didn't see Han Qilu's face. A flash of surprise and satisfaction.

In the end, she chose a black and white jacket, the size borrowed Han Qilu to try on.

When she arrived at the counter to make a unified payment, when the cashier reported "Five Thousand Eight", she couldn't help raising her voice and asked: "What?!"

"Fivety-eight." The cashier thought she hadn't heard, and re-reported it again.

Han Qilu shook his head and handed over his card. While the cashier swiped the card, he approached her and said in a low voice, "Madam, we are also someone who has met the world anyway. Can we calm down in the future?"

An Chuxia stuck out his tongue; "I forgot you are a local tyrant!"

Out of the World Trade Center, without the air conditioner, she felt the temperature drop suddenly and couldn't help shivering.

Han Qilu gave her a sideways look: "If you feel cold, go faster."

"Go faster, go faster!" After An Chuxia said, he ran to the garage directly. Anyway, all the things were carried by Han Porter. She had nothing to relax and she quickly left Han Qilu far behind.

But when she arrived at the destination, she was surprised that the car key was later returned to Han Qilu! No wonder that guy is so calm and doesn't catch up!

Han Qilu walked over slowly, not even despising her IQ, only opened the lock, and sighed: "Get in the car."

She had to get into the car dingy.

After putting some clothes in the trunk, Han Qilu also got into the car, but he was still holding a piece of clothing. An Chuxia glanced at the clothes in his hand suspiciously, and asked, "When did you buy it?"

"I bought it?" Han Qilu frowned, "Didn't you choose it for me?"

An Chuxia was taken aback, and immediately reached out and took a look at the clothes bag in his hand. This was the black and white jacket she bought for Qian Xin!

Seeing her reaction, Han Qilu furrowed his brows deeper, looked at her with a chill that was about to freeze to death, and asked, "An Chuxia, don't tell me you didn't choose this dress for me!"

The tone is colder than the weather outside!

This guy...co-authored this dress as if she had picked it for him! She remembered that she seemed to tell him that this was chosen for Qian Xin? If she didn't pick it for him, she would be furious, but she might not go to Qianhu Village in the future, and she won't see Qianxin. The letter Qian Xin gave to her late at night gave her the courage to live, and she couldn't even take a few gifts back.

Han Qilu's clothes won't be the same if you change one in a year, but Qian Xin is different.

But Han Qilu, this guy, is really difficult to handle.

After hesitating for a while, she shrank her body toward the car door, and said with a dry smile: "This is for Qian Xin, and he also helped me."

Han Qilu's eyes grew gloomy.

She quickly added: "I will have more opportunities to choose clothes for you in the future. You have a lot of them, so don't care about such a dress!"

Xu was that the words "adults have a lot" worked, Han Qilu's eyes softened a bit, turning his head to start the engine, and the car slowly drove out of the garage.

"Pig, here it is!"

In her sleep, she felt that someone pushed her, and she immediately opened her eyes, and there was a dazzling light. She subconsciously stretched out her hand to cover her eyes, and the pupils' inadaptability to the light made her unable to open her eyes for a while.

"Finally awake? I thought you were asleep." Han Qilu's unpleasant words sounded.

An Chuxia's body became stiff, and he immediately took his hands and opened his eyes to look over, but saw that Han Qilu had no silk threads on his upper body, but only a white bath towel around his lower body with the four golden characters "Jinxi Hotel" embroidered on it.

Jinxi... a festive name.

Wait, now is not the time to care about the name. She turned her head and looked around, and arranged a warm and unfamiliar room. There was a computer in the room, and a small glass coffee table was separated between two single sofas, and she was lying on a white double bed at the moment. .

It's a hotel, but it's still a very ordinary hotel, not a hotel.

"Aren't we going to Qianhu Village? Why are you here?" An Chuxia immediately sat up, her eyes adjusted to the bright light at this moment.

Han Qilu walked up to her a few steps, poked her head with her index finger, and said angrily, "Did you burn out your IQ with a fever? Or did you save your IQ in the bank for interest? Of course, what can I do in the hotel? It's sleeping!"

"I know it's sleeping!" An Chuxia reached out and patted Han Qilu's hand, raised the volume and asked, "I'm asking, why not go to Qianhu Village!"