Master Devil Don’t Kiss Me

In fact, from Han Qilu's reaction just now, she can completely guess whose room this is. If it is correct, this should be the girl's room. And she also more or less saw how special Han Qilu was to that girl.

No matter what he did, Han Qilu always gave her a cold look like a poker face, or he smiled at her with that kind of cold and temperatureless smile. But for that girl, something unknown flashed in his eyes.

Dad said that Han Qilu now has a fiancee. Although they are not engaged, they love each other. Moreover, even the newspaper published their kissing photos. But she was not reconciled, so she asked Daddy to do everything possible to let her live in the Han family.

Since Daddy put aside her old face and proposed the marriage contract he had made when she was a child, then she must not let her down. In any case, she has to get Han Qilu's heart!

"This is not good, you can choose another one." Han Qilu condensed all the expressions before, and looked at Basali with that cold expression: "In the future, try to stay away from An Chuxia as far as possible. Be nice to you and to her. , Good for everyone."

Basali was taken aback, looked away, and then returned to smile: "Then I live next to you, OK?"

Nodding slightly, Han Qilu couldn't help saying: "I said, even if you live here for a month, I can't fall in love with you. Why do you do this?"

The latter just looked at him steadily, with extremely firm eyes: "As I said, no one can predict the final result before a month. Even if the result is really just how hard I was alone, then I don’t regret it. , At least I tried hard to win... your heart!"

At that moment, Han Qilu mistakenly regarded Basali as An Chuxia, and had to say that her stubbornness was quite similar to her. Who knows that at the moment he was stunned, Bassari lifted her toes with both hands and put her arms around Han Qilu's neck, and then she leaned forward and pressed her lips against Han Qilu's cold lips.

"Papa--" There was a sound of solid falling from behind. Han Qilu immediately pushed Basali away, turned his head and looked back. An Chuxia was hurriedly bending over to pick up the phone, Han Qilu took a few steps forward and picked up the phone in front of her, straightened up and handed it to her.

Reached out to take the phone in Han Qilu's hand, but he didn't seem to have any plans to let go. While doing the gesture of handing her the phone, he held the phone tightly without letting go.

At the end, An Chuxia raised her hand helplessly, raised her eyes and said softly: "Why, do you like this phone?"

If she knew that when she came upstairs to get the notebook, she would see the two of them kissing, then she would not come up if she killed her! But why is she so sad in her heart? That kind of feeling, only when my mother passed away...

"It seems you forgot."

Han Qilu let go at this moment, An Chuxia smoothly took the phone, raised his eyes to look at him, and asked suspiciously, "What do you mean?"

He raised his chin, and he smiled, "Did you borrow my phone last time to play with it? It's a headache that I haven't returned it to me. Put it in the room? I'll get it."

Cell phone? An Chuxia's eyes widened suddenly, it was over! She forgot to charge his phone and changed the wallpaper! What should I do...no! I can't let him see, I can't kill him!