Master Devil Don’t Kiss Me

Thinking about this, An Chuxia reached out and opened the bag. After she took out all the boxes in the bag, she discovered that Han Qilu, an idiot, had actually served her a dozen dishes. I am afraid that every dish in the cafeteria has been hit a little.

"Luxury..." An Chuxia cursed secretly, but her heart was warm.

At least he still knows to care about her, even if he only considers her his sister. As long as it doesn't hate her like when we first met.

But her mouth really needs to be changed. If she keeps arguing with Han Qilu, he might start to hate her.

After Meng Xiaonan came back, he took her to ask a lot of questions.

One afternoon passed, and An Chuxia had never run a job. At present, the most important thing for her is the ten-school entrance exam.

After school finished running exercises, Meng Xiaonan went home directly, saying that he went home too late yesterday and was chanted by his family. On the other hand, An Chuxia stayed alone in the classroom doing homework, but she deliberately switched the phone from silent mode to standard mode.

I don't know how long it took, the classroom lights were so bright that she almost forgot the time.

An Chuxia didn't look up from the test paper until the door of the classroom was knocked. I saw Han Qilu changed into a set of casual clothes and his hair was still wet. It seemed that he came to see her just after taking a shower after training.

Until Han Qilu was impatient, she did not dare to delay, and quickly packed up and went out.

"Why do you always have so much homework to do? Don't you get tired of sitting down?" Han Qilu glanced at her and walked forward.

"It will be tired," she answered honestly.

The light on the stairs went down sometime, so Han Qilu walked ahead, illuminating the road with the bright light of his mobile phone, stopping from time to time to see if she had followed.

At this time, there were not many people in the college. Only the basketball club and a few people were walking towards the school gate. After seeing Han Qilu, a few people called for the captain.

"Manager, if you don't come today, it's hard for us. After training, we have to clean up such a big basketball club." Someone said to An Chuxia as if jokingly.

She wanted to say that she was not the manager of the basketball club, but after thinking about it for a moment, she simply remained silent.

After a few people walked to the gate of the school, they got into their car one after another. Butler Han had been waiting at the gate of the school for a long time, and saw the two of them come out and greeted him quickly.

"Master, training is very hard, right?" The housekeeper Han skillfully took over the bag from Han Qilu.

An Chuxia asked subconsciously, "Where is Dongyu?"

It was Han Qilu who spoke: "He didn't come to train today, he said he went to the previous school to do something."

"En." The housekeeper Han nodded, "He still has things left over there, so let him take everything back."

After the two people got in the car, An Chuxia thought that Steward Han would take them to the place Han Qilu said, but Steward Han drove the car skillfully all the way back to Han's house, and didn't mean to take them anywhere.

Did Han Qilu forget what he said in the morning?

She couldn't help but wonder, turned her head to look at Han Qilu, and was about to ask, when she saw Han Qilu shook her head at her, as if telling her to stop talking.

The doubts filled her heart, it felt so uncomfortable, she had to lower her head to play with her mobile phone.

Jiang Yuanyuan was not at home and said that he was playing mahjong with a few rich wives. The two of them ate at a large table, and Han Qilu didn't say anything until the dinner was over. Since he didn't say, she didn't ask.

Isn’t it normal for a young master like Han Qilu to suddenly repent? But why can't the faint loss in her heart disappear?

After eating, the two went upstairs separately, An Chuxia wanted to ask him why he suddenly stopped going, but she still resisted asking when she returned to the room.

It was still early, so she simply logged into the writer's backstage, and when she looked at the income statistics, she was shocked.

Today, there are more than two thousand rewards for one day...cash!

She hurriedly clicked on the novel page. It turned out that Jiang Yuanyuan directly rewarded her with a two million book coin. Two million book coins are equivalent to two thousand yuan. After being divided from the website, the thousand in it belongs to her.

But there are one thousand rewards from other readers, which is already a big surprise for her. With the money, she also has the motivation to open the document and start typing.

The state lasted for three hours. The night was already late. The night breeze poured in from the balcony. Feeling a little cold, An Chuxia went out and closed the balcony door and closed the bed curtain.

It was dark outside, and it really felt a little scary to be alone in such a big room.

When she sat back at the computer desk, it rang when she knocked on the door. The ghost knocks on the door in the middle of the night, and it is easy to be given to the upper body by the ghost when it opens. An Chuxia shook her head. Just now, when she accidentally checked the information, she read a short ghost story, which made her think about some horrible things.

The lower right corner of the computer shows that the current time is more than ten o'clock. The person who will knock on the door at this time... Is it Mr. Han?

Without stopping when knocking on the door, An Chuxia stood up and walked to the door to open the door. What surprised her was that it was not Han Guanjia or ghost outside, but Han Qilu.

What is he doing this time?

An Chuxia hurriedly straightened the door, tensed and asked, "What's the matter?"

Han Qilu's eyes swept over her a few times before answering the question: "Have you ever taken a bath?"

An Chuxia looked down at herself, still wearing a school uniform, no wonder Han Qilu knew that she had never taken a bath. But... Han Qilu asked why this?

Without waiting for her to ask, Han Qilu continued: "Then you don't need to change clothes again, let's go."

An Chuxia was stunned for a moment, then blinked and asked, "Change clothes? What clothes? Wait, where are we going?"

"Didn't you say it in the morning?" Han Qilu squinted at her: "Go to a place with me. I need two people."

"Two people?" An Chuxia tilted his head: "Who is the other one?"

When asked, Han Qilu raised his hand and knocked her on the head: "Two people, you and me!"

"Then...why is it now? Why don't you go when school is over? You didn't mean that after training..."

"Hush!" Han Qilu stretched out his index finger to plug An Chuxia's lips, listening to the movement downstairs. There was a small sound from below, but it quickly returned to silence.

After the sound disappeared completely, Han Qilu lowered his voice and said, "Don't let the people at home know, we have to sneak out. Be gentle and don't be caught by anyone."

"En." An Chuxia nodded. Although she didn't know why Han Qilu did this, she cooperated with him to close the door of the room and went downstairs gently.

Both of them crept on their feet, as if they were thieves.

The lights on the first floor were turned off, and only the moonlight from outside could barely see the ground. The door of Jiang Yuanyuan's studio was still on. It was estimated that they were rushing for the manuscript. They were sneaking to the door of the hall like thieves.