Master Devil Don’t Kiss Me

"It turned out to be like this." An Chuxia suddenly realized that when she looked up at Jiang Guoli, who was waiting for the fireworks again, she had more admiration in her eyes.

"Boom! Boom!" A ray of light from the far horizon flew quickly to the sky, suddenly falling open in the mid-air with countless colors.

Gradually, there were more and more fireworks, and all kinds of fireworks were hung on the entire sky.

She looked up at the fireworks, looking forward to her face, but her hand felt tight. She looked down and Han Qilu held her hand unconsciously.

"Five! Four! Three! Two! One!" All the broadcasts in the city center sounded a countdown.

"Happy New Year." Han Qilu looked at her, with fireworks reflecting in his eyes.

She was taken aback, and then laughed: "So are you, Happy New Year."

"Also." Han Qilu paused, took a deep breath, and said, "The question you asked me when you were in the car. My answer is yes."

Her question is-will you always be by my side?

...

Early the next morning, An Chuxia was awakened by a stink.

Smelly? How can it smell? Is it an illusion?

She turned over and went to bed early in the morning last night, and she was going to continue sleeping.

However, the smell only disappeared for a while before it came back again, and it seemed to be stronger than last time, and it was disgusting. The sleepy bugs were all stinking to death in an instant, she suddenly opened her eyes, but saw two pairs of socks hanging in the air, leaning on her nose.

She subconsciously covered her nose with a quilt and looked up to see that the person holding the smelly socks was Han Qilu!

"Han Qilu! What are you doing!" An Chuxia sat up quickly, grabbing the pillow and hitting Han Qilu.

Han Qilu couldn't dodge for a while and was headshot by a pillow.

He didn't feel annoyed, picked up the pillow and put it on the bed, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, his expression somewhat meaningful.

"Are you sick? Doesn't it smell?" An Chuxia's face was full of anger, her teeth clenched, and she wanted to rush to kill him!

He took a step forward, threw his stinky socks in disgust, clapped his hands, and said, "Who makes you sleep like a pig? Go downstairs and make breakfast for me, my master is starving to death! "

make breakfast?

Isn’t breakfast always cooked by a dedicated chef? She usually wants to go in and help wash the dishes, but she will be pushed out. How can she go downstairs to make breakfast today? Han Qilu was silly watching the Spring Festival Gala yesterday, right?

Seeing her face full of doubts, Han Qilu straightened down slightly, and Feng Danyun said softly: "Everyone in the family has gone home to visit relatives or go on vacation, so you have to make breakfast."

An Chuxia rolled her eyes fiercely and asked, "Then excuse me, why didn't you make breakfast?"

"Because I am the young master, and you are the young master's woman. Isn't cooking all done by women?" Han Qilu said with a half-cut mouth, taking it for granted.

She was about to swear at Han Qilu, but the expression on her face froze. Then she asked in surprise, "You said everyone is not at home?"

This reflection arc is slightly longer.

Han Qilu curled his lips and said, "Yes, now the entire Han family is the only one of us."

"But... where's uncle?" An Chuxia asked hesitantly.

Guanjia Han and Sister Zhang have no relatives at home, but Guanjia Han has Liu Dongyu's mother's hometown and Sister Zhang still has his hometown. It is normal for them to leave. But where did Jiang Guoli go? Aunt Zhang said that Jiang Guoli would stay in City A for a while before returning to the army.

Hearing her question, Han Qilu patted his head and said annoyedly: "I almost forgot about him! He hasn't gotten up yet, and he is sleeping in the guest room. You should go cook breakfast and make some sober soup by the way. He woke up in a moment. You can drink it."

Han Qilu ordered this and that like a young master. Although An Chuxia felt very upset in her heart, her uncle was an elder. He drank so much wine yesterday, and she should indeed make a bowl of hangover soup.

She glared at him with a frown, and said solemnly: "You go out."

Han Qilu's face turned dark, staring at her and said, "An Chuxia, I smoked you with stinky socks, but you know Jiang Guoli's temper. If he wakes up and feels uncomfortable, then..."

"Can't I go on?" An Chuxia looked at Han Qilu like an idiot and said, "I changed my pajamas anyway, brother?"

Han Qilu was taken aback for a moment, and then his expression became calmer.

"Okay, then you hurry up." Han Qilu finished, just took a step, and then backed back, quickly approached her, and said with a wicked smile: "You change clothes, I don't need to go out. ?"

An Chuxia closed her eyes heavily, took a deep breath, and uttered a word in her dantian: "Get out!"

It's shameless!

Han Qilu immediately ran out in disgrace and closed the door.

As soon as the door was replaced, An Chuxia immediately reached out and put the back of her hand on her face to cool her face. That guy made his heart beat faster even when he played a hooligan, this must be her abnormality! Yes, it must be!

After changing clothes and freshening up, she quickly ran downstairs. Han Qilu was sitting on the sofa in the living room watching sports news with her legs tilted up, holding an apple that had been bitten several times in her hand.

An Chuxia walked over a few steps, reached out and took his apple and placed it on the glass coffee table in front of the sofa, and said angrily: "You can't eat apples on an empty stomach, don't you have any common sense?"

"I'm hungry." Han Qilu replied briefly, and the expression on his face could not be described as "Chuchu pitiful".

"Hey..." An Chuxia sighed and said helplessly: "Wait, I will make breakfast now."

After she finished speaking, she quickly walked out of the hall. For breakfast, she planned to cook some meat porridge, which was simple, delicious and healthy.

On the way to the freezer, she found that even the guards of Jiang Guoli had disappeared. Like the sculptures, those people were also missing on the first day of the new year. After taking the ingredients, he went back to the hall and asked, only to realize that Jiang Guoli allowed them to go home for the holidays.

A breakfast, meat porridge and a cup of hot milk, healthy and delicious.

An Chuxia turned down the fire while cooking the hangover soup, and walked out with two bowls of porridge.

"Breakfast is already..." She was half talking, only then saw Han Qilu making a call.

"Really?" Han Qilu raised his eyebrows, glanced at her, made a silent gesture, and then said with some embarrassment: "Okay, then I'll pass now. Is she? Okay, I'll see you later. ."

After hanging up the phone, An Chuxia just put two bowls of porridge on the table.

"Who called?" She couldn't help asking.

Seeing that Han Qilu was a little embarrassed when she called just now, she suddenly became more puzzled, could it be that something happened?

"It's okay, it's the old lady Ling who asked me to go to Ling's house for lunch." Han Qilu stood up and checked the time displayed on the phone. It was already nearly ten o'clock. Change your clothes and get a gift. It is estimated that it will cost ten o'clock in the Ling's house. A little bit.

"Then you have breakfast first." An Chuxia pointed to the meat porridge and said, "I cooked for three people."

"No need." Han Qilu waved his hand: "Uncle happens to be eating for two. You can take care of your uncle at home. Han Yu said, you'd better not go."

She better not go?

Why is that?

An Chuxia frowned subconsciously, and said, "I didn't say I want to go. But why don't you let me go?"

This sounds strange and hurtful.

"That's it." Han Qilu explained patiently: "You should know that Han Yu has a girlfriend now. They met when he was injured in the hospital. The girl was intern in the hospital and was responsible for taking care of Han Yu."

"I heard about this." An Chuxia nodded and said, and she was still quite happy for Ling Hanyu.

"Her girlfriend..." Han Qilu paused and said hesitantly: "The personality is a bit like Jiangnan. If you go to Ling's house, Han Yu is afraid that something will happen, but this is just a guess, so I'm the one People are enough."

"It turned out to be like this." An Chuxia suddenly realized that in front of love, everyone is stingy.

Ling Hanyu once felt his feelings for her, think about it, that Jiang Xiaota should know. It's no wonder that Jiang Xiaota's tone of speech was not good on the day of the holiday, it just made people feel weird.

She can understand this completely.

Thinking about this, she suddenly felt no discomfort in her heart, and she sat at the dining table to eat breakfast.

Han Qilu went upstairs to change into a suit, and went to the warehouse to get something like New Year's goods. After a while, he was carrying a lot of things, found the car keys and drove out.

Although Han Qilu is rather annoying and his behavior is always bad, but he is really gone, she feels empty in her heart.

So, people are guilty!

An Chuxia sighed, cleaned up the dishes, took a look upstairs, then walked to the kitchen, filled a bowl of hangover soup and brought it upstairs.

It's already past ten o'clock, and if I go to bed again, I'm afraid my head hurts even more when I wake up. So she is going to get Jiang Guoli to get up now, so that he will not feel more uncomfortable when he wakes up naturally.

I just don't know if Jiang Guoli will get up.

She was really worried that Jiang Guoli would get up very angry for someone who couldn't even beat Han Qilu.

Although she also knows taekwondo, she can't do anything about her strength in front of Jiang Guoli.

But you still have to call him.

She didn't hesitate anymore, walked to the door of the guest room where Jiang Guoli was sleeping, and knocked on the door with one hand free: "Uncle? Are you awake?"

There was no movement in the room for a long time, and An Chuxia hesitated a little and opened the door directly.

"Uncle?" She opened the door, and she shouted again, but no one agreed. The curtains in the room were drawn so hard, the lights were not turned on, and there was darkness in front of her.

She quickly touched the switch of the light in the room with her hand not holding the bowl, turned around, and suddenly saw a figure standing on the bed, and that figure...

There is no head!

Her entire scalp felt numb, and she was about to scream, when she suddenly heard Jiang Guoli's voice: "Good morning."