Master Devil Don’t Kiss Me

Jiang Guoli was immediately happy, and said happily: "You like it! I just want to break my head before I want to let people make such a play. Don't you all say that you girls like flowers?"

"I said Jiang Guoli, I didn't see you giving me such a good gift?" Jiang Yuanyuan looked upset.

Jiang Guoli smiled, took Jiang Yuanyuan's arm, and said, "Sister, don't learn from Han Qilu that stinky boy! Next time you come back, I will buy you what you want!"

"Wake up, you!" Jiang Yuanyuan pulled away Jiang Guoli's hand, glanced at Han Qilu, and asked, "Where did this little **** offend you?"

"Last time I borrowed someone from me, I transferred it under a lot of pressure. I didn’t expect that this kid didn’t say anything afterwards, and he didn’t even call me to say thank you. When I met today, it was still No thanks!" Jiang Guoli's serious appearance had a rather...childish heart.

"It turns out you did it for this!" Han Qilu couldn't help but curl his lips, and walked forward a few steps. Before Jiang Guoli said "Stop" again, he took the lead and said: "You flip the text message yourself, I just send it out. Thank you for the text message! I still wonder why..."

Such a big deal! He thought he had done something to anger him accidentally!

Jiang Guoli was stunned, staring at Han Qilu and asked, "Really?"

"You don't believe it? Why did I lie to you?!" Han Qilu was a little annoyed, lowered his head and took out his mobile phone and searched for it. After a while, he told Jiang Guoli that the mobile phone was thrown away, and said angrily: "If you don't believe me, see for yourself!"

Jiang Guoli took the phone and glanced suspiciously, and immediately put a smile on his face after reading it: "It turned out to be a misunderstanding! Sorry, sorry!"

"Misunderstanding?" Han Qilu said coldly, "I dare to think what's wrong, are you telling me a misunderstanding now?"

"Then what do you want, brat!" Jiang Guoli stood up, and An Chuxia realized that Jiang Guoli's height was the same as Han Qilu's, but his body shape was much larger than Han Qilu's. Burly.

"A game?" Han Qilu raised his eyebrows, his eyebrows full of provocation.

Jiang Guoli took off his army coat and threw it on the sofa, rolled up his sleeves, and said vigorously: "Okay! Go!"

"go!"

The two of them walked out with their shoulders on their shoulders.

An Chuxia was holding the box containing the red roses with a surprised face, turned her head and looked at Jiang Yuanyuan questioningly and asked, "Where are they going?"

"Lawn." Jiang Yuanyuan took Jiang Guoli's jacket and said while folding his clothes: "These two people will play every time they meet, but Qilu never wins every time, so he will challenge his uncle every year. "

An Chuxia became curious and asked what game it was.

Jiang Yuanyuan replied without raising her head: "Taekwondo."

"..." Her eyes lit up. She was a Taekwondo fan anyway, but she never showed her hand after coming to Han's house.

After handing the beautiful fiery red rose to the housekeeper Han for his help, she ran out excitedly.

Jiang Guoli's figure is not like a taekwondo at all. But when she ran out to see, the burly, fat figure was unexpectedly flexible.

The five words "flexible fat man" are so suitable that they can no longer be suitable for Jiang Guoli.

But Han Qilu is still a hot-blooded boy after all, and he takes a lot of advantage in his age. But in terms of strength, Jiang Guoli is stronger. You can see from Han Qilu's expression that he is still playing very hard.

In the end the match was declared a tie when both people were exhausted.

This is the first time Han Qilu hasn't lost to Jiang Guoli, but he didn't take advantage.

After the test, the two of them took a rest together on the lawn where the servants had paved the mat.

"Boy! You still need to practice more! But your stamina has improved a lot!" Jiang Guoli patted Han Qilu on the chest as he spoke.

"The previous basketball club activities were exercised." Han Qilu's face was full of excitement. He was already very happy to be able to tie a taekwondo master like Jiang Guoli.

"But..." Han Qilu paused, looked at Jiang Guoli, and asked solemnly, "Have you still not had a girlfriend this year?"

Jiang Guoli's face was already gloomy, and he said, "You don't know, my army is full of elders, where are the women?! To find a girlfriend, you must first have a woman! I can't just look for it. You guys can do it!"

Han Qilu looked like he was about to laugh: "Then what about the women my mother introduced to you?"

"Those..." Jiang Guoli immediately stretched out his hand and rubbed his temples, and said helplessly: "Your mother introduced me to either a daughter or a celebrity. Seeing that I didn't dare to say anything, this could be what Jiang Guoli was looking for. Wife? But speaking of it, your fiancee is kind of interesting. I looked at her deliberately when I asked you to stop. She seemed quite calm."

"Don't scare her anymore. No matter how calm she is, she is also a girl. No matter how calm you are, you old fox must really scare her." Han Qilu said, patted him, and said, "Don't give me Let's break the subject! Now my mother just met you, and she hasn't thought about it. I guess I'll be talking about you again this year. I advise you to find a girlfriend quickly.

"Your mother just likes that the emperor is not in a hurry!"

...

In the evening, the family sat at the table for New Year's Eve dinner. Most of the servants had already gone home. Those who stayed for the New Year were old servants who had no one at home, including Mrs. Zhang and Mr. Han. They all went to the table to have New Year's Eve dinner together.

Han Liuhai made a trip to the building, and when he came down he took a dozen red envelopes in his hand. Everyone here got a red envelope, including Jiang Yuanyuan, Jiang Guoli and Jiang Guoli's men. It's just that Jiang Guoli's subordinates insisted on standing guard and refused to come over to have New Year's Eve dinner together.

An Chuxia noticed that Jiang Guoli's relationship with Han Liuhai seemed a little stiff, and they were all smiling on the surface, but when the two people met, they would avoid each other.

There were very few servants left. The men were still talking at the dinner table, but they were talking about topics that they liked very much, but An Chuxia didn't have any interest. Jiang Yuanyuan went to see the New Year's cards sent to her by readers.

"I'll wash some fruit for you." Auntie Zhang stood up with a smile.

An Chuxia saw the right time and stood up to accompany Sister Zhang to fetch fruits.

Sister Zhang unexpectedly did not refuse her, only that the fruit ice was in the cold storage room and let her go with her.

"Sister Zhang, why would you allow me to do things for you today?" An Chuxia couldn't help asking.

Aunt Zhang led her to the cold storage room and explained with a smile: "I see you sitting there and yawned several times. If I disagree with this, you must not fall asleep on the dining table?"

An Chuxia blushed and said awkwardly: "If they don't leave the table, I'm not embarrassed to stand up."

The refrigerating room finally arrived. Auntie Zhang stopped and said while looking for the key: "Actually, you don’t need to be so cautious in front of Chief Jiang. He looks fierce, but he is actually very easy-going with ourselves. Last time I came back, He also helped us sweep the snow."

"Really?" An Chuxia was a little surprised. He didn't expect Jiang Guoli such a high-ranking person to be so casual, he would help the servants sweep the snow together.

"Yeah, so you don't have to be afraid of him. You will know after a long time. It's cold inside. You can stand outside. I know where to put it. Once you take it, you will come out." Said Zhang's wife and shut her out. , Put on the heavy coat hanging outside the refrigerator and walked into the refrigerator.

There was only one coat, so she stopped going in and waited patiently.

After washing the fruits, the time was almost at eight o'clock. When she and Sister Zhang came out of the kitchen, the group of people outside all found their seats and sat, all staring at the TV.

"Fruit here!" Auntie Zhang happily put the fruit away: "Everyone is watching the Spring Festival Gala while eating. If you want to eat, just say!"

"Okay..." Everyone agreed, looking happy and happy.

"What are you doing in a daze? Bring me that grape." Han Qilu sat on the sofa, looking like a young master.

An Chuxia was about to get angry, because so many elders were there, she had to bit her lower lip and walked to Han Qilu's side with the grapes.

"Here." She put the plate down and sat down on the other side of the sofa.

The Spring Festival Gala officially started at this time. Everyone chatted while watching TV. The scene was very harmonious. Especially Jiang Yuanyuan and Han Liuhai, feeding each other potato chips and peanuts, can kill a bunch of bachelors.

While the host was still giving a speech, An Chuxia took off her slippers, raised her leg and kicked Han Qilu's foot.

Han Qilu looked at it displeasedly, and she immediately stretched out her right index finger to make a hook, and whispered, "Come here."

Han Qilu gave her a white look, sat down beside her with a cold face, and asked, "What do you want me to do?"

She moved her body to Han Qilu, and said in a low voice, "I thought you wouldn't watch the Spring Festival Gala, but I didn't expect that you would also watch this kind of show?"

It was a little surprised that people like the Han family who didn't even go to pay New Year's greetings would still watch the Spring Festival Gala in front of the TV.

Seeing her surprise, Han Qilu lowered her voice and explained patiently; "The old man, my uncle, and the housekeeper Han are all from the army. They will definitely abide by this tradition. Watching the Spring Festival Gala is not for them. It’s a pastime, but also a ritual. When I was young, I refused to watch the Spring Festival Gala and had to go out to play with Ming Luo and Han Yu. Then the old man beat me so hard that I couldn’t get out of bed for the entire Spring Festival."

"So serious?" An Chuxia's face was full of surprise, and after receiving Han Qilu's affirmative answer, his face was even more shocked.

In the last few minutes of the New Year’s countdown, a group of people ran to the lawn.

She thought that the Han family would prepare a lot of fireworks, but she did not even see the shadow of the fireworks.

"If you are looking for fireworks, then you don't have to look for them." Han Qilu approached her and said amusedly: "Our family doesn't buy these things. Uncle doesn't think it is environmentally friendly. The old man doesn't pay attention to these formal things. So every year you just come to the lawn to watch other people’s fireworks. If you want to play, you can only buy them when you go out to play tomorrow."