Master Devil Don’t Kiss Me

She thought that Han Qilu loved her more than she loved him.

The words Han Qilu said were more touching than the three words "I love you".

"Let's go." Jiang Fangfang handed over the tissue again: "It's time to go over and say hello to them, stop crying, you cry again, Qilu kid feels distressed."

"Hello?" An Chuxia's tears still hung in the corner of his eyes.

Jiang Fangfang nodded: "Well, tell them, we all heard."

An Chuxia shook her head quickly: "Don't go there."

A light of doubt flashed in Jiang Fangfang's eyes, and he immediately asked, "Why?"

An Chuxia bit her lower lip and glanced at Han Qilu, her eyes softened: "I don't know why, but I always think it's better to pretend to know nothing."

Han Qilu kept it from her, but was afraid that she would worry or think too much. In this case, she pretended not to know anything.

"It seems that no matter how long I talk about it, it will be useless." Lou Tingting stood up and stretched out her right hand: "I admire you very much. Since you are not married, then be a friend!"

Being polite, Han Qilu also reached out and shook his hand: "Thank you."

"No thanks." Lou Tingting retracted her hand and picked up the bag on the chair: "Also tell Ms. An for me, my appearance made her feel troubled, and I am sorry. I will not bother you again in the future. Now. Good luck to you."

"Thank you." Han Qilu nodded slightly, watching Lou Tingting's eyes finally not so cold anymore.

Lou Tingting shrugged, went out carrying the bag, and walked back after a few steps, with a business card in her hand: "Here, here is my business card with my contact information on it. Remember to invite you to get married in the future. Me, I don’t know why, I always think you can do it."

After passing the business card, Lou Tingting walked away quickly, his steps seemingly relaxed.

Since Han Qilu can be so firm, what reason does she have to shrink back?

Compared to marrying Han Qilu, publicizing your relationship with your boyfriend is more challenging, right?

Some things that were originally heavy, if you figured it out, will feel relaxed.

An Chuxia waited until Han Qilu left before leaving Starbucks with Jiang Fangfang. In order not to run into Han Qilu, he went shopping elsewhere.

Until the dinner was over, the driver steadily took them back to the Jiang family mansion.

"That's all about the transfer." Jiang Fangfang still smiled mildly, and after receiving An Chuxia's affirmation, he walked in another direction with confidence.

At the same time, Han Qilu's voice sounded behind him.

"What transfer?"

An Chuxia was taken aback by the sudden sound, and then the familiar smell drifted from the tip of her nose. Han Qilu's hand touched her shoulder, and a puzzled voice from the tip of her nose: "Huh?"

"When did you come out?" An Chuxia scolded him: "I almost had a cardiac arrest by you."

"I'm not a native grandson, how can I say it came out?" Han Qilu's eyebrows were soft, and he was totally different from Han Qilu who was facing Lou Tingting.

Thinking of this, An Chuxia didn't want to care about what was scared by Han Qilu just now.

"It's Sister Fangfang who wants me to transfer to her history department." An Chuxia's eyes are calm: "I think she is a good person, and I want to be a writer like Mommy in the future, so studying history is right. I also help."

"She teaches world history. If you turn it over, you will be more tired than you are now." Han Qilu said truthfully.

"It's okay, haven't I always been a tyrant?" An Chuxia blinked, and took Han Qilu's hand: "It's tiring to deal with her, right?"

Han Qilu's eyes tightened: "Huh?"

An Chuxia's temple jumped slightly, and he said quickly: "Sister Fangfang said, today you have to deal with many political figures."

Han Qilu's expression relaxed a bit. After shaking his head, he cleverly turned to the subject: "Auntie sent me a text message and said that she took you out shopping. Why are you empty-handed? Didn't you buy anything?"

"The driver said he would send it home." An Chuxia said, pulling Han Qilu to the house: "The driver should have delivered it now. Go back. I bought you a shirt. See if you like it."

When he got home, the driver had put everything on the sofa in the living room. Jiang Yuanyuan was studying the bags, as if to poke a hole in the bag with his eyes.

As if hearing the sound, Jiang Yuanyuan immediately turned around and walked up with an open eyebrow and said: "Little Chuxia, are these all the gifts you bought for Mommy?"

She resisted and didn't open those bags. At the moment, seeing An Chuxia come back, she read "Expected and moved" all over her face.

The expression on An Chuxia's face instantly became stiff.

She forgot to buy something for Jiang Yuanyuan!

As if noticing the change in An Chuxia's expression, Han Qilu deliberately said, "How old are you, so naive?"

"Am I called naive?!" Jiang Yuanyuan immediately raised her eyebrows and said, "Okay, you bastard, your father is not here, you are becoming more and more lawless!"

Seeing that the two of them were about to be pinched, An Chuxia quickly jumped out and took Jiang Yuanyuan's hand to apologize: "I'm sorry, Mommy, it's me! I forgot to buy you a gift... I originally wanted to bring it to you. I ate, but something happened later and I forgot..."

Jiang Yuanyuan heard the words "Something happened" sharply, the anger on her face disappeared, and she asked nervously, "What happened?"

An Chuxia suddenly tightened her palms, and almost leaked what happened to Starbucks today. She bit her lower lip and quickly found the reason: "It's... Sister Fangfang asked me to transfer to her history department. I have been thinking about it, but I forgot. Sorry, Mommy, I will definitely make it up for you next time. Present!"

"Hai! That's it? You scared Mommy, don't you know?" Jiang Yuanyuan patted her chest, with a magnanimous appearance: "Mummy doesn't want a gift, it's enough to know that you have this heart. Now, it’s okay if people are okay. Are you tired of playing for a day today? Go upstairs and rest!

An Chuxia breathed a sigh of relief and turned upstairs.

However, as soon as Han Qilu stepped his feet, Jiang Yuanyuan's ghostly and terrifying voice came in his ear.

"You stay..."

The corners of Han Qilu's mouth twitched, and he turned helplessly to Jiang Yuanyuan and said, "Is there something wrong with what I just said?"

Jiang Yuanyuan did not answer. She looked at An Chuxia's back. It was not until An Chuxia walked upstairs that she retracted her gaze and asked with a serious face: "I heard that you took Lou's girl to play? This is true. ?"

It turned out to be for this.

Han Qilu's face also became serious, and briefly told Jiang Yuanyuan about what happened today.

After speaking, a touch of solemnity appeared on the faces of both people.

After a long time, Jiang Yuanyuan said, "You know the character of your grandfather. That Miss Lou is right. If it is not her, there will be a second and third Miss Lou. Well, let's just keep doing it tomorrow. When the wedding is over, I will take you two to get the certificate."

Han Qilu's expression was slightly startled. He thought Jiang Yuanyuan would let him accept Lou Tingting's proposal, but he didn't expect...

"If this is the case, grandpa would be very angry, right?" Han Qilu asked hesitantly.

"Nonsense!" Jiang Yuanyuan rolled his eyes: "But, so far, is there any better way than this?"

Han Qilu was silent for a few seconds, nodded heavily, and gratefully said to Jiang Yuanyuan: "Mom...thank you!"

Jiang Yuanyuan seemed to feel a little embarrassed, and turned her head and said, "But I think it's better not to hide the matter from Chuxia. She is stronger than you think."

After thinking for a long time, Han Qilu still came to the door of An Chuxia's room.

Even if you don't tell me today, when you get the certificate suddenly tomorrow, you have to explain to her why you are so anxious to get the certificate.

Instead of being so sudden then, it is better to tell her now!

Han Qilu stretched out his hand, before his fingertips touched the doorknob, the door was suddenly pulled open from the inside, An Chuxia held a cup in his hand and looked at him in surprise: "You..."

"you……"

Two people said at the same time.

"Come in." An Chuxia took a step back, turned and walked in, and put the water cup on the coffee table, and he sat on the sofa: "What can I do?"

"I have something to tell you." Han Qilu sat on the sofa opposite her, holding both hands tangled together, as if he was still hesitant to say it.

Seeing Han Qilu's appearance, An Chuxia immediately understood what he was going to say.

Originally, she wanted to pretend that she didn't know anything, but looking at Han Qilu's tangled expression, she couldn't bear it.

"Do you want to talk about Lou Tingting?" There was a faint smile on her face, and there was no crack in her smile.

Han Qilu's eyebrows became a little stiff, and then he asked, "How do you know?"

"Actually..." An Chuxia bit her lower lip and said apologetically: "I was at Starbucks at the time, sitting not far from you. I heard all your conversations."

Han Qilu's eyes brightened: "Okay, An Chuxia, you have become bolder. You dare not call me when you see me."

She gave a dry cough, and said with a serious face: "Qilu, don't tell me any difficulties in the future because you are afraid that I am worried, okay? I want to...take it with you. Not just being protected by you and letting you Face those difficulties, and I don’t know anything."

Han Qilu looked at her eyes, his eyes burning, after a long time, he uttered a word: "Okay."

One word is enough.

With your company, any difficulty is not difficult.

"Boom boom boom." There was a rapid knock on the door.

Han Qilu got up to open the door.

"Master, the master is back, now we are dining downstairs." It was the servant, with a touch of joy on his face.

"I see." Han Qilu replied and turned to look at An Chuxia: "Do you want to go down?"

An Chuxia had already got up and walked towards the door: "Of course I have to go down, I haven't seen Daddy for a long time."

When he stepped downstairs, Han Liuhai told her good news that An Chenchuan relied on his own ability to establish a small company. Although it was still in its infancy, the future was immeasurable.

This night, An Chuxia slept exceptionally well.