Master Devil Don’t Kiss Me

Jiang Yuanyuan asked about the relationship between Han Qilu and Xiang Mankui. In fact, she knew it in her heart, but she still wanted to confirm it and told Han Qilu to understand her position.

"I told you when I was in the U.S. I have already proposed to Mankui." Han Qilu cleared his throat and continued: "Although I am not of legal age, we can get engaged first."

Hearing the word "engagement", Jiang Yuanyuan only felt that his brain had been struck by lightning, and his brainwaves "pricked prickly". With the cool touch of the tablet computer in her hand, she was suddenly startled and then smiled: "Qilu, it seems that you haven't been online since you returned to China!"

Han Qilu got goose bumps all over by Jiang Yuanyuan's grim smile. He half-folded his eyes and said, "What do you mean?"

"You can search the Internet by yourself for Mrs. Han's Future." Jiang Yuanyuan finished speaking and threw the tablet over with a wave of his hand. Han Qilu was unprepared, and quickly reached out to catch it, and the tablet computer steadily landed in Han Qilu's hands between the flashes.

Prodigal daughter! Aren't you afraid that he could not catch the tablet and fell? !

Han Qilu muttered a few words in his heart, and quickly opened the engine to search for the six words "Mrs. Han's Future". What made him shocked was that these words were typed out. The webpage was all about An Chuxia, and there were even sneak shots of him when he went out to play with An Chuxia.

He was about to ask Jiang Yuanyuan what was going on. Several news on the web page caught his attention.

"Stiland Forest Expedition Leads to the Death of Han's Successor" "Han's Heir was rescued by his fiancée, both of whom are dying"

Then there is a picture under the second news. The picture shows him with blood on his head and ragged clothes. An Chuxia is holding him and crying, with a huge rock in the background. And An Chuxia wasn't much better, the clothes on her body were ragged, and there were scratches on her hands and feet.

Looking at the picture, for some reason, his eyes suddenly became hot, and a crystal teardrop fell on the screen of the tablet computer and slid down the **** to the edge.

Jiang Yuanyuan saw Han Qilu burst into tears. He thought it was because he thought of everything after seeing the news on the Internet. With joy on his face, he hurried forward and asked, "Did you remember it? You remember it, right? "

Compared to Jiang Yuanyuan's full face of joy, Han Qilu looked confused, reached out his hand to wipe away the tears from the corner of his eye, and said suspiciously, "Why am I crying?"

Seeing his reaction like this, he didn't remember the past.

Jiang Yuanyuan cursed in a low voice: "Damn it! I thought you brat had recovered his memory!"

"Anyway." Han Qilu settled his mind and handed the tablet back to Jiang Yuanyuan and said: "The person I love now is Xiang Mankui. An Chuxia was only once. Even if I loved her before, that was the same thing."

"What are you talking about?!" Jiang Yuanyuan was angry and slammed the tablet in his hand directly at Han Qilu.

Han Qilu didn't avoid it either. The tablet directly hit his chest. After he snorted, he still didn't seem to admit defeat: "I will treat An Chuxia well, but she will always be my sister."

"When you recover your memory, you will know how ridiculous what you said!" Jiang Yuanyuan said with a strong attitude: "She will never want to step into the threshold of calling home to Mankui in this life!"

The Han domestic servants on the side saw the two forms of mother and child so nervous, they wanted to go up and persuade, but everyone pushed me and I pushed you, and no one dared to go up to this muddy water. After all, these two are not easy to provoke, if they are not careful, their jobs will be lost.

At this moment, the phone in the living room rang suddenly, and the servant standing next to the computer hurriedly picked it up. After a while, he walked to Han Qilu and Jiang Yuanyuan and said weakly, "Madam, the master asked why you are not in the hospital. To the hospital."

Just after Jiang Yuanyuan learned that An Chuxia was hospitalized, Han Liuhai also received the news, but there was something in his group, and he couldn't get away for a while, so he asked Jiang Yuanyuan to go to the hospital first. He went back after he was busy. As a result, Jiang Yuanyuan completely forgot Han Liuhai's existence.

"You tell him, I'll go to the hospital right away." Jiang Yuanyuan said, glaring at Han Qilu fiercely and said: "Xiang Mankui's character, you seem to understand more clearly before considering whether to take back what you just said. I will go back to the hospital now. Yes, I don’t want to see you in Early Summer. Why do you want to go? Starting next week, I will go back to Styland to go to school with Early Summer.

Jiang Yuanyuan was still quite majestic when he got serious. Han Qilu didn't talk back. He just folded up the stairs, and happened to ran into the servant who finally found Han Qilu's mobile phone. He took the phone, but he always used the same password for the phone, so he didn't forget it.

After unlocking the lock, he was taken aback by An Chuxia's selfie on the phone screen. A person living on the screen is lying on the hospital bed at the moment, thanks to him Han Qilu. He gritted his teeth and went upstairs.

Just now Jiang Yuanyuan said "Xiang Mankui's life" refers to the fact that Xiang Mankui resolutely severed relations with Han Qilu for his own future. At that time, the Korean group had not developed into its current prosperity. Xiang Mankui, who went abroad to study, took her music path, which seemed to have a much brighter future than staying with Han Qilu as a little girlfriend.

This had to start Jiang Yuanyuan to guess Xiang Mankui's motives for returning to Han Qilu. But no matter whether the motive was good or bad, she couldn't accept Xiang Mankui who had a city house deeper than the Pacific Ocean.

In the hospital ward, Han Liuhai was sitting on the bedside chatting with An Chuxia: "I won't go to school at this time, can I keep up with my studies? Do you want me to find some tutors to come to the hospital to help you with tuition?"

"No need, no need." An Chuxia waved his hand repeatedly: "How troublesome it is to ask a tutor. I will ask my friend to bring the textbooks the other day. I can read it by myself. If I don't understand, I will ask the teacher when I go back to school."

After hearing An Chuxia's words, Han Liuhai felt very relieved, and relieved that this future daughter-in-law is so well-behaved. But while gratifying, he was also worried about Han Qilu: "Why don't you say that the stinky boy Qilu has nothing to compare to you? Since childhood, it has not made us worry."

For a while, he forgot about Han Qilu's amnesia, and he realized that he had said the wrong thing when he said it. This man, known as a business tycoon, did not behave very well in front of his daughter-in-law. He quickly explained: "I shouldn't mention this, look at my brain!"

"It's okay." An Chuxia shook his head: "In fact, Qilu is very smart, but he just refuses to learn. As long as he is determined to learn, his grades will be very good."

Hearing people praise his son so much, Han Liuhai was still quite happy. He held the disposable plastic cup in his hand and fiddled with it for a long time, and finally he said, "Actually, in early summer, you don't have to be too sad. The doctor said that this symptom will naturally get better, so don't be sad."

Han Liuhai wanted to relax An Chuxia, and of course his intention was clear.

She nodded and said, "I know, thank you Dad."

"You kid, I've seen you again." Han Liuhai said with a smile, but he sighed in his heart. After learning about Han Qilu's symptoms, he had already consulted the doctors there in the United States. The doctors there said that it is very likely that Han Qilu will never recover the memories of those months in his life.

But how did these words tell An Chuxia?

Jiang Yuanyuan returned to the hospital soon, and the three spent a pleasant afternoon in Jiang Yuanyuan's happy conversation. At night Jiang Yuanyuan wanted to stay with An Chuxia, but An Chuxia insisted on letting her go back. Jiang Yuanyuan had no choice but to agree to go back, saying that he would visit her early the next morning.

An Chuxia agreed, and Jiang Yuanyuan left with confidence.

After Jiang Yuanyuan left, the ward fell into silence. Looking at the night sky outside the window, An Chuxia sighed: "When can I restore my memory? If I can't restore my memory, can I really make you like me again?"

Unexpectedly, these few words were heard by the cute boy who secretly opened the door of the ward. She immediately answered: "Of course I can like you again!"

An Chuxia was really startled by such a sentence suddenly sounded in the quiet ward. After seeing that the person who was speaking was Meng Xiaonan, she sighed with relief, and then angrily took a pillow and threw it at Meng Xiaonan: "When did you come, I was scared to death!"

The strength of this pillow is not heavy. The cute little man easily caught the pillow and walked forward with a smile: "I have good energy, but I thought you had something serious. I went home after school and begged my dad to let me go tonight. Come to the hospital to accompany you."

"Pleading?" An Chuxia rolled her eyes and said, "Your relationship with your dad has recovered well!"

"Of course, he is my own father!" Meng Xiaonan unceremoniously sat down on the edge of the bed, and said with a grin: "My father took my mother back to live, and I will go and get the marriage certificate the next day. How about ?!"

"I should send you a congratulatory message!" With such a conversation with Meng Xiaonan, An Chuxia was much more cheerful, and felt that the previous self was back. Looking at Xiang Mankui and Han Qilu showing affection like this, she was about to collapse!

Enough joking, Meng Xiaonan said solemnly: "That news won't be true, right? Master Qilu lost the memory of the few months he was with you?"

An Chuxia nodded: "You said this is weird and not weird, but it's just those few months. Why don't you forget the years you spent with Xiang Mankui!"

Seeing An Chuxia's very excited look, the cute boy laughed loudly: "Don't worry, if my cute boy is here, what sunflower will get off sooner or later!"

"Sunflower?" Realizing that this is the cute little man who gave Xiang Mankui the nickname, An Chuxia laughed: "That sunflower is not as easy to deal with as you think. Everyone said that I should wait now and wait for him to recover his memory. ."