Master Devil Don’t Kiss Me

I thought that people like Han Qilu would not agree to help others casually, but Han Qilu did agree without saying a word. He also swiftly called the teacher to arrange for Meng Xiaonan to go back.

After bidding farewell to Meng Xiaonan, An Chuxia felt a little unhappy.

"Why did I ask you to help and I didn't see you being so enthusiastic?" She flew up and kicked the pebble by her feet a short distance.

"Isn't she your good friend?" Han Qilu asked, suddenly the corner of his mouth twitched: "Are you jealous?"

"What a joke in the beginning!" She was just unhappy. Han Qilu was only mean to her all kinds of squeeze...

"Master Qilu." A teacher came here with a female student.

"What's the matter?" Being disturbed by flirting, Young Master Han was slightly unhappy, but he still asked patiently.

"That's it. This year's expedition is the same as in previous years, divided into groups of three. Originally, you, An Chuxia and the girl who left just now were in a group, and several of your classmates also went back for physical reasons, so Now I’ve assigned it again temporarily. This is a new teammate, let’s get to know each other.” The teacher said, pulling the girl behind him to the front: “Then you guys get to know each other, I have something to do, so let’s go. ."

Seeing that Han Qilu didn't speak, An Chuxia hurriedly bowed to the teacher: "Good teacher, I'm sorry to trouble you."

"Yeah." The teacher nodded, turned and left.

Withdrawing his eyes from the teacher, An Chuxia began to look at the girl introduced by the teacher. The girl grew up very cute, just as cute as the dolls in the window. Her hair was golden brown, curled and curled, setting off her goose-egg face to the extreme.

However, the girl seemed to be afraid of her, her eyes dazzling, she had never dared to look at her, and she had never dared to look at Han Qilu.

"They are also true. Will they die if just a group of two? Find an extra oil bottle." Han Qilu was displeased, glanced at the girl coldly, and saw the girl trembled, as if she was about to cry. general.

"Sorry..." The girl's eyes were already red, pitiful.

"How do you talk?" An Chuxia pushed Han Qilu, and took the girl one step forward: "It's okay, don't listen to him talking nonsense. He talks like this, never going through the brain."

"Hey-An Chuxia!" Han Qilu tilted his neck uncomfortably: "How do you speak?"

"Okay! You play with you, Master!" An Chuxia pushed Han Qilu away without saying a word. Han Qilu shrugged boredly, turned and left, never looking at the girl straight from beginning to end.

For him, those things that he doesn't care about are rubbish. Even more unimportant than rubbish, even looking at it.

"Hello, my name is An Chuxia." An Chuxia walked up to the girl again and stretched out her hand friendly.

"Ah, isn't it?" The girl's eyes curled and she actually laughed. An early summer with a smile felt like a hairy hair.

It's strange, didn't she look like she was about to be scared to cry just now?

"What's your name?" An Chuxia tried to ignore the feeling of doubt from his mind.

"What is my name, does it have anything to do with you?" the girl asked coldly, the contrast made An Chuxia speechless.

"This, I... I just..." An Chuxia didn't know how to answer for a while. What she called really had nothing to do with her, but she was also out of kindness.