Master Devil Don’t Kiss Me

Turned around and went into the living room, under the bright light of the living room, Xiang Man Kui frowned and sat on the sofa she had made before, while the housekeeper Han was bending her knees to apply the medicine.

"Hiss—" Xiang Mankui took a sigh of relief: "Housekeeper Han, can you do it lightly? When Qilu and I were riding bicycles to wear out the skin on my knees, your applicator skills were comparable. it's better now."

No matter how stupid and stupid An Chuxia was, he knew that Xiang Mankui's words were obviously deliberately told to her. An Chuxia didn't want to be like her, but she couldn't help gritting her teeth. Although there is still that brilliant smile on his face, his eyes are deep. This subtle change was fully captured by Mankui's eyes. ,

She bowed her lips triumphantly: "What's your name?"

Noting that Han Qilu was not in the living room, An Chuxia smiled and walked to the sofa opposite Xiang Mankui and sat down. The strong smell of fall injury ointment spread to the tip of her nose, making An Chuxia nauseous.

"I, my name is Chuxia, early summer, early summer." An Chuxia raised her eyebrows slightly: "Are you familiar with Han Qilu before? But why haven't I heard him mention you?"

The corners of Xiang Mankui's mouth rose more and more: "I'm with Qilu...Ah!" She lightly said, her blushing face turned a little pale.

"I'm sorry, Miss Xiang, just now my eyes flickered and my hands became heavier." The housekeeper Han stood up apologetically: "The medicine is already on, but it hurts the tendons. Just take a good rest for a few days."

An Chuxia knew that Steward Han had done this deliberately, and deliberately did not want Xiang Mankui to continue.

"Call your assistant and ask her if she is coming soon." Han Qilu came out of the bedroom at some unknown time, and changed into light blue house clothes. It just matches the light blue dress that An Chuxia changed.

Although An Chuxia didn't notice this, Xiang Mankui did. After a glance between An Chuxia and Han Qilu, they looked calmly: "Qilu, I think black clothes are suitable for you."

"It's too boring if it's always black, isn't it? Call." Han Qilu didn't want to tell her more, but just walked to An Chuxia and sat down: "Look at you, don't pay attention to hygiene at all, go and The hands are clean, oily, like a trotter."

When he said this, Han Qilu frowned, but there was no disgust between his brows, instead he slowly spoiled him.

An Chuxia glared at him a little displeased, and just got up, after seeing Xiang Mankui, she dispelled the idea of ​​washing her hands obediently. Then he stretched out his ‘trotter’ and grabbed Han Qilu’s collar: “Who do you mean for trotter?!”

The clothes Han Qilu had just changed were stained with two greasy handprints. After taking a deep look at An Chuxia, his eyebrows twitched, and finally the corners of his mouth twitched: "Outsiders are here, please listen to what your husband says, go wash your hands, be good."

The words of An Chuxia felt comfortable in her heart. Yu Guang saw that Xiang Mankui’s hand holding the phone was slightly trembling and pouted. She grinned and stood up to wash her hands, while singing: "The boundless horizon is mine. Love……"

Housekeeper Han just packed the medicine box. Seeing Han Qilu's obvious attitude, he was more satisfied. Master, finally able to truly forget Xiang Mankui.

Seeing Han housekeeper leaving the living room to put the medicine box, Xiang Mankui's expression changed, and he looked at Han Qilu wounded: "Qilu, do you have to do this on purpose?"