Master Devil Don’t Kiss Me

She thinks things too simple.

The next second, a pair of big hands covered the backs of her hands, and then her person was pulled into a familiar embrace.

"You don't need to say sorry to me." Han Qilu's voice came in a thin voice: "Let everything go with the flow."

"It's not good, it's not good!" The servant's voice came from outside the door.

An Chuxia hurriedly pushed Han Qilu away and kept a proper distance. The door was opened and the servant couldn't even give a gift. He said eagerly, "Little master, it's not good! My grandfather has fainted! Now he is sent. Go to the hospital!"

An early summer froze in place.

"What's the matter?" Han Qilu frowned: "How come you faint suddenly?"

"I don't know the specifics. I only know that the grandfather suddenly called the young master to go to the study, and then the young master ran out holding the grandfather and let us call an ambulance." The servant finished, thought about it and added another sentence. : "Madam has already set off to the hospital, so please change your clothes and go there."

"I see." Han Qilu nodded: "In early summer, you stay at home, I will call you if I have anything to do."

An Chuxia said worriedly: "Don't you need me to accompany you?"

"No." Han Qilu said as he took off his pajamas, and did not shy away from it.

An Chuxia quickly turned around and walked out of the room quickly.

When she walked to the door of her room, she only heard the sound of closing the door. When she turned around, she saw Han Qilu rushing back.

No matter how indifferent he is to Jiang Shisan, he is still his grandfather after all. How could he not be anxious when he heard that his grandfather had been sent to the hospital?

Her eyes darkened, and when she went back to see the red notebook on the head cabinet, she suddenly felt a little lost for no reason.

Wait, the expression on An Chuxia's face froze. Is she... jealous of Han Qilu's grandfather?

What the hell? !

Early the next morning, An Chuxia was awakened by a constant knock on the door.

"Who?" She sat up and glanced at the phone. It was only seven o'clock, no missed calls or text messages came in.

She couldn't help feeling lost.

"It's me, little grandma." The servant stood respectfully outside the door: "You told me before that you are going back to school today. I wonder when you will leave?"

She looked stiff, and jumped up from her **** in the next second: "I will go after breakfast! I will go to wash now."

"Okay little grandma, I will prepare breakfast for you."

The outside sound was calm.

An Chuxia quickly rushed into the bathroom to wash her face and brush her teeth. She actually forgot to start school every day. Today, she had to go back to the dormitory to tidy up and gather with Ding Mengyuan and the others. The traffic in the imperial capital is really troublesome. Han Qilu is not there. She is embarrassed to use Jiang's car, so she has to hurry up and take the subway.

She chose a white skirt with a hollow pattern, and her hair was randomly tied into a small ball, which was cute and mature.

Grabbing the bag, she quickly went downstairs, and the servant had already prepared breakfast.

"Little grandma, don't you wait for the young master to go with you?"

As if seeing her eating in such a hurry, the servant couldn't help asking.

"No more. I have to get together with my friends. When he finds me, you just say I will come back tonight." An Chuxia quickly drank the last sip of milk and hurriedly stood up.

"That..." The servant said, "Because the grandfather has an accident, everyone is in the hospital, so there is no car at home."

Unlike Han Qilu, the Jiang family has seven or eight cars per person. The Jiang family has strict rules, so naturally each household has only one or two cars.

"It's okay, I can take the subway." She smiled calmly. Anyway, she planned to do the subway by herself from the beginning, and it was easy to get stuck in traffic.

When the servant heard this, he said anxiously: "Well, if you take the subway, if you are photographed and posted online, you will be said to be bullying by the Jiang family."

"But, no one would know me?" An Chuxia frowned. If this is City A, there may be more people who know her, but this is the imperial capital. Who would recognize her as a small person?

"Little grandma, take a look at this." Another servant handed a morning paper.

The morning paper is a big picture, which occupies a full page. It is a picture of her cutting a cake with Han Qilu! In the Prosperity KTV!

No wonder the servants have such scruples. There is a morning newspaper on the subway, and everyone will recognize her immediately after comparing.

"Then... Am I unable to go today?" Without a car and no public transportation, she seemed destined to stay at Jiang's house today, alone.

The servant hesitated and said, "It's not impossible..."

ten minutes later.

On the back of a tricycle, the girl in a white skirt is wearing an orange-red safety helmet on her head.

"Uncle Zhang, are you sure you are alright?" An Chuxia couldn't help asking.

"Your body is only 90 kilograms. I usually carry a few hundred kilograms of rice back and forth! You, grab the handrails and wait for me to send you safely to your destination." Uncle Zhang, who was already mixed with white hair, said enthusiastically.

But the question is, can such non-motorized vehicles really reach their destination safely?

after an hour.

"Trouble you, Uncle Zhang." An Chuxia jumped off the tricycle: "I'll take you to drink something."

She was really sad to let someone of this age carry her so far.

Uncle Zhang didn't seem to be tired at all. When he heard her words, he waved his hand and refused: "How can this be done, there is a difference between inferiority and inferiority, little grandma, please don't make me embarrassed, I will go back now, I have to go. The farmers bring fresh vegetables home."

Seeing his resolute expression, An Chuxia didn't insist anymore, just let him stand in place and wait for a while.

Uncle Zhang was puzzled, An Chuxia ran out of a store, holding a bottle of ice mineral water in his hand and handing it over: "Uncle Zhang, this is for you."

Uncle Zhang was stunned for a moment. The Jiang family's great cause is so great that he would not be stingy in rewards to the servants. But at this moment, facing a bottle of mineral water, he felt warm from the bottom of his heart.

"Thank you, little grandma." He smiled gratefully, took the mineral water, and rode away on a tricycle.

There has been enough time delay along the way, she stopped staying any more, and walked quickly to the gate of A college. There was no one in the bedroom, but Ding Mengyuan's bedding was neatly folded, and he had obviously returned to clean up.

She opened the cabinet, took out the thin quilt and hung it on the balcony to bask in the sun. As soon as it was done, Han Qilu's phone came in.

"Why don't you wait for me?" When he opened his mouth, he asked, as if questioning the prisoner.

An Chuxia frowned: "I thought you couldn't come back."

"Then you won't call me and ask me?" Han Qilu's tone was even worse, the young master's temper came back again.

An Chuxia patted the quilt, smoothing the wrinkles on the quilt, and said, "I don't know when it's appropriate to call you. By the way, how is the person? Did you wake up?"

There was silence for a few seconds, seeming to suppress anger.

"Han Qilu?" An Chuxia paused in confusion, why suddenly there was no sound? Is it Jiang Shisan...

"An Chuxia, why are you still worried about my grandfather at this time? Can't you tell that I'm angry?" An angry voice sounded.

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It's over, the prince's disease is late.

Of course a life is more important than his anger!

Of course, she dare not say these words.

But since Han Qilu said so, Jiang Shisan must be fine.

While breathing a sigh of relief, she smiled: "Then, young master, don't be angry. The adults don't remember the villain's fault, so spare me this time."

He seemed to be even more angry when I heard these words over there: "An Chuxia, I didn't **** joking with you! This young master is very nasty right now! You actually sneaked out to play without telling me! You just got the certificate, right? ?"

"She was full of black lines: "Then what do you want? "

"Get me back immediately!" Han Qilu's voice was cold, with a commanding tone.

An Chuxia is not a **** either, and she is also annoyed: "I finally got here, I haven't started packing things yet!"

"Then you just won't come back, are you?" Han Qilu's voice became cold again.

She remained silent, but the silence said everything.

"If you don't come back, don't come back!" Han Qilu almost yelled these words, and fools could hear that he was extremely angry.

People's patience is limited. An Chuxia's temper also came up, and shouted at the phone: "If you don't come back, you won't come back! Do you think I am willing to go back?!"

After shouting, no matter what response Han Qilu might have, she cut off the call.

She was lying on the railing, and the crowd below grew more and more, all of them came back early to organize things.

"Asshole!" After a long time, she cursed in a low voice, and turned back to the room to pack other things.

In fact, there was nothing to pack, but she deliberately found a lot of things to do so that she wouldn't be upset when she stopped.

"I'm going! Early summer! Have you hired Auntie Cleaning?!"

She was wiping the bathroom wall, and Ding Mengyuan's voice came in from outside, her tone full of surprise.

"What auntie! I did it!" An Chuxia put the rag away and walked out: "You took out the garbage, I will drag it again."

Ding Meng was stunned for a moment: "You did it? I thought Auntie Cleaning."

With that, she picked up the garbage bag on the ground, walked a few steps, and then suddenly returned: "Early summer, did something happen? You quarreled with the male god?"

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Seeing that she was not talking, Ding Mengyuan chuckled a little: "Look at this place, it can be used as a mirror, so stop tossing and tell me what's going on. This great **** will help you!"

An Chuxia squeezed a dry smile: "Thank you! No need!"

"I really guessed it right?" Ding Mengyuan threw away the trash: "Quickly tell me what's going on."

Ding Mengyuan has more gossip cells than her white blood cells.

She was having a headache, how to explain, the phone rang, she avoided Ding Mengyuan's inquiry under the excuse of something.

When she turned on the phone, she saw that there were a dozen missed calls, all from Han Qilu. And just now the phone rang, it was Han Qilu who sent a text message.