Master Devil Don’t Kiss Me

After Jiang Yuanyuan finished speaking, she rushed to her affairs.

She walked around in the room, couldn't help but took a photo and sent it to Han Qilu with the text: Does it look good? Mommy arranged it!

Han Qilu seemed to be taking a break, and quickly replied to her with a text message: "What the hell? She is only allowed to deal with these messy things before I go home, otherwise..."

"This guy...I don't understand aesthetics too much!" An Chuxia angrily threw the phone aside and turned on the TV surrounded by pink balloons, but because the kitten balloon on the coffee table in front of him was too big, Having completely obstructed her vision, she had to turn off the TV and went outside to look for Tyrant to play.

The sky gradually darkened.

An Chuxia was sitting on the lawn, her trousers were thick, but she was not afraid of the lawn being cold. Ba Tian was sitting quietly beside her, sticking out his tongue, and looking into the distance with her.

"Batian, you said, why do some people just want to avenge others? Isn't everyone getting along well?"

Tyrant just stuck out his tongue and said nothing. Of course, even if it understands it, it can't answer her.

An Chuxia smiled, and patted Batian on the head.

At this moment, a noisy car sounded from the gate in the distance. An Chuxia thought it was Han Qilu who had returned, but she fixed her eyes and found that it was not. It's not that her eyesight is good, but the car that Han Qilu asked to drive today is Lamborghini Reventon, and that car is not Han Qilu's car.

It didn't take long for the car to come in, and several more cars came in.

"The guests seem to be here." An Chuxia said to Batian, stood up on the ground with one hand, and said, pulling on Batian's leash, "Let's go, take you to eat!"

Ba Tian seemed to understand what she said "eat", and his tail shook eagerly, closely following her feet.

As soon as she walked to the entrance of the hall, Jiang Yuanyuan spotted her sharp-eyed and walked over and said to her: "Little Chuxia, Mommy will introduce two people to you. These two are the great gods of campus culture. There will be harms."

An Chuxia nodded hesitantly, and the sister-in-law Zhang on the side hurriedly walked over and said respectfully: "Young lady, give me the Tyrant."

After handing Tyrant to Sister Zhang, Jiang Yuanyuan immediately dragged her to meet the two great gods. After chatting for a long time, Jiang Yuanyuan dragged her to meet several people. After more than an hour, she finally got free and slipped out of the hall. .

She found that she really didn't like this kind of social place.

No one has noticed whether the layout here is good or bad. Everyone will only pay attention to the person in front of him, whether he can already use the other person, and whether it is worth knowing.

"Why stand outside?" Han Qilu's voice sounded abruptly. He heard the sound inside his ears, frowning, and said displeasedly: "My mother won't she finish her celebration party yet, right?"

"En." An Chuxia nodded: "Daddy doesn't like parties at home. While Daddy is away, Mommy can just have fun. By the way, have you eaten?"

"After eating, the club organized to have dinner together." Han Qilu replied, glanced inward, and decisively retracted his gaze, pulling her to the east.

"Fitness." Han Qilu answered, pulling her away involuntarily.

"I'm not going to find me in mommy?" An Chuxia refused to leave, trying to get rid of his hand, but Han Qilu's strength was too great, and she was unable to fight away.

After arriving at the gym all the way, Han Qilu let go of her hand. Seeing her with hesitation on her face, she finally couldn't help but said, "Did you bring your phone? If you do, she will definitely call you if she finds you. Standing at the door and blowing hair, it's better to sit here. ."

This seemed quite reasonable, so she stayed and sat on the resting sofa, watching Han Qilu take off her coat, only wearing a vest and running on the treadmill.

"I said you are crazy, right?" An Chuxia couldn't help but said: "You just came back from training, and you still want to work out. What excitement did I say to you? Are you trying to train as scary as those male models? Right?"

Han Qilu turned her head and gave her a blank look: "Have you ever used a treadmill for abdominal muscle training?"

"then you……"

"Practicing physical strength." Han Qilu said as he ran: "The opponent's tactics are very powerful. Li Nan thought of a way to deal with them, but he needs to maintain good physical strength."

As soon as he finished speaking, the door of the gym was pushed open, and Liu Dongyu came in. He took off his jacket without saying a word, and there was also a vest inside.

"Are you here to train too?" An Chuxia asked with Erlang's legs tilted.

Liu Dongyu glanced at her up and down, and then said: "Yes, how do you know?"

"Your president said." An Chuxia replied lightly.

"It turned out to be like this." Liu Dongyu suddenly realized, he glanced at her up and down again, and couldn't help saying: "Early summer, I have to say, your sitting posture is simply cool and tyrannical! I always thought you were a lady. People, I didn’t expect to sit like this..."

"It's comfortable to sit like this." An Chuxia said, half-closed her eyes and slumbered.

She has absolutely no interest in fitness or something.

As time passed by, Han Qilu and Liu Dongyu's rhythmic running sound was like a lullaby, sleepy and ready to attack her, and their consciousness gradually became blurred.

The darkness, the darkness of the sky, and the cold river water hit her.

She rolled over abruptly and bumped into something soft.

"An Chuxia!" Han Qilu's voice suddenly came, still carrying resentment and anger.

An Chuxia opened her eyes suddenly, and in front of her was Han Qilu's face that looked like P when she woke up in the morning. But Han Qilu was staring at her hand at the moment. An Chuxia subconsciously followed Han Qilu's gaze.

"Ah—" An Chuxia screamed, and suddenly withdrew his hand.

Sins, sins, her hands were actually placed on top of that! Amitabha, my Buddha is merciful! Color is emptiness, and emptiness is color!

Han Qilu glared at her, and then closed his eyes: "I'll sleep a little longer, don't move, I will have a chance when I want to move."

An Chuxia's face turned red quickly, her cheeks seemed to float with two red clouds, and she let out a cold snort from the tip of her nose, as if she had touched it on purpose! Is she obviously accidental? !

When she calmed down, she noticed that she was sleeping in the room above the gym, which was all separated by walls with shelves full of books. It should be that she accidentally fell asleep sitting there last night, and then Han Qilu took her up.

It's not once or twice to sleep with the guy, and now she is not surprised, unusually calm.

She found the mobile phone beside her and looked at the time. It was exactly seven o'clock in the morning.

I didn't know whether Jiang Yuanyuan knew she was sleeping here last night, so don't worry about her. After thinking about it, An Chuxia gave up the idea of ​​continuing to sleep for a while, turned over and got out of bed, and said to Han Qilu, "I'm leaving."

"Call me at 8:30." Han Qilu said vaguely, turned over and went back to sleep.

She paced back to the hall, the morning air was sober, and from a distance, he could see Ba ​​Tian eating breakfast in front of his hut.

"Miss grandma, are you awake? Have you washed it?" Aunt Zhang asked when she saw her approaching.

"Not yet, I will go up now." She lifted her foot to go, then stopped suddenly, and asked Auntie Zhang: "Is Mommy awake? Does she know where I slept last night?"

"I know." A big smile appeared on Zhang's face: "Mrs. was very happy last night. After drinking a few more glasses, she hasn't woken up yet. Hasn't her work come to an end? So we won't wake her up. ."

"En." An Chuxia nodded, raising her foot to leave.

After washing, I ate breakfast and took a break. It was almost half past eight. An Chuxia was just about to ask Han Qilu to get up. From a distance, I saw the guy walking towards the hall, and it seemed that he was still awake. Look like.

She ran over a few steps and asked loudly, "What are you doing so early on Saturday?"

"Back to school for training." Han Qilu said faintly, and walked directly into the hall: "Sister Zhang, where is my breakfast? Ask someone to get the car key of the car I drove last night."

"Okay, you guys are preparing the young master's breakfast." Aunt Zhang hurried out after she ordered this.

"Why do you have to train on Saturday?" An Chuxia asked suspiciously: "Don't you need to rest more before the game?"

"Be more rest before the exam. This is a game." Han Qilu took a sip of soy milk and turned to look at her: "Are you going to go together?"

"Don't go!" An Chuxia refused decisively. This weekend, she should stay at home and write novels, to avoid being talked about behind her cheating, and secondly, she can write some novels so as not to have readers. Urge more vigorously.

Two days of life were spent writing novels and knitting sweaters with Jiang Yuanyuan. During the period, she added the names of those great gods, got a lot of guidance and benefited a lot.

"Little Chuxia, you will go to school with Mommy for two days at home. Mommy can't bear you!" After breakfast, they waited for the housekeeper Han to drive over, and Jiang Yuanyuan hugged her in tears. One can't bear it.

"She's not on the execution ground, why is she crying?" Han Qilu's tone was full of impatience.

Jiang Yuanyuan immediately stopped her sad expression, and walked to Han Qilu with her hands on her hips: "Little bastard, your **** is itchy again, right?"

An Chuxia couldn't help laughing, Han Qilu's face went dark, and he raised his foot and walked away.

For Jiang Yuanyuan, Han Qilu had nothing to do.

Today’s breakfast was very foggy and the road conditions were not good. It was late in Stirland. But almost everyone arrived at this time. After bidding farewell to the housekeeper Han, An Chuxia decisively pulled Han Qilu and whispered: "Go, go, go..."

Almost everyone in the school knew about the announcement, and she didn't want to receive everyone's indifference and attention. No matter how strong people are, they can't stand so many people's eyes.

Han Qilu glanced at her suspiciously, her expression looked a little flustered, and he understood that she was afraid.