Master Devil Don’t Kiss Me

I don’t know if her mental endurance has become stronger because of a concussion, or because Meng Xiaonan raided her from time to time and said some exciting words to her. Now I ask why Han Qilu doesn’t follow Xiang Mankui. There wasn't a single wave in her heart when we played together.

People's endurance is really exercised, and the more you practice, the stronger.

Perhaps it was An Chuxia’s question that was a little bit beyond Han Qilu’s expectation. Han Qilu was taken aback for a while and replied: "She has been in city B these days, and her hometown is in city B."

"It turned out to be like this." An Chuxia said so, and stopped talking. After getting in the car, the two did not talk to each other again. It wasn't until I was about to reach the big supermarket I had visited before, that An Chuxia asked, "Will you wait for me in the car or go to the supermarket together?"

"I just came out to breathe, you let me stay in the car and wait for you?" Han Qilu squinted at An Chuxia and said: "This time I came out without a bodyguard. You will follow me in the supermarket for a while."

An Chuxia thought, what can happen to this, just taking a bodyguard to the supermarket will attract the attention of the bad guys, okay? Although it was so, she knew that Han Qilu said this out of kindness, so she suppressed what she was saying, and said, "Okay."

The car quickly stopped in front of Happy Shopping Supermarket. Since there is a square in front of Happy Shopping Supermarket, it is crowded with people. It is impossible for the car to park on the side of the road. Therefore, the driver can only walk around here and wait for them to buy something. Bring the car over to pick up people.

After getting off the bus, the combination of handsome men and beautiful women attracted a lot of attention. Finally, An Chuxia followed Han Qi into the supermarket, and the gaze was a little less after watching them.

"What do you want to buy?" An Chuxia entered the supermarket and pushed a shopping cart to the fresh vegetable area. This supermarket purchases fresh vegetables in the morning and evening, and discounts for some not fresh ones. She always went to the area where she was dealt with discounts to buy vegetables, because her family was not good, so she could save a little bit, but now she dare not buy discounted vegetables and cook them for Jiang Yuanyuan.

"Do you want to try this?" An Chuxia passed by the fruit area and saw a small tomato seller, so he took one and wiped it on his hand and handed it to Han Qilu.

Shouldn't this kind of food be washed with water and soaked in warm water to eat? Will it be poisoned just by holding it on your hand and rubbing it?

A hesitation flashed in Han Qilu's mind, but he opened his mouth and ate the small tomato that An Chuxia handed over.

"Is it delicious?" An Chuxia asked with a smile.

"It's delicious." Han Qilu swallowed a small tomato raw. Although he didn't taste any taste, he still said it was delicious.

Seeing that he said it was delicious, An Chuxia took a bag and packed some. Han Qilu watched An Chuxia skillfully carrying a small bag of small tomatoes to the weighing place to weigh, and wondered if he followed An Chuxia like this before. Come to the supermarket to buy something, and then rub the fruit in your hand for a few times before passing it to yourself?

"Let's go." After An Chuxia shouted, Han Qilu recovered and raised his heel.

I remember that when he was dating Xiang Mankui, he went to some high-end restaurants, and he had never visited these places together. I don't know what kind of mentality I was holding with An Chuxia at the time, whether it was to forget Xiang Mankui or just to be fresh.

He suddenly wanted to recall the memories of the past few months.

"What kind of food do you want to eat?" An Chuxia looked sideways at Han Qilu and said, "I can cook any food!"

Han Qilu thought for a while and said, "Coke chicken wings."

"And tomato soup, right?" An Chuxia raised her neck and looked at a table not far away, with a few bright red tomatoes on it, and asked Han Qilu to pull the shopping cart, and she walked over to pick the tomatoes by herself.

"Young man, are you a celebrity?" An aunt who came to buy groceries walked over and asked enthusiastically: "I seem to have seen you on TV before."

Han Qilu was the most impatient of this kind of stranger, and he was still an aunt. He tilted his head and turned his head coolly, ready to ignore the aunt.

"Eh! Why don't you just talk to you?" The aunt became angry, and her voice became louder than before, which turned Han Qilu's frowning brows into a "Chuan" character.

Hearing the voice, An Chuxia rushed over to relieve him: "I'm sorry auntie, my brother has just had an operation on his throat, so he can't speak."

The aunt made a sudden realization, and then looked at Han Qilu again: "Oh! No wonder you ignore me. This is your brother? Why are you two different at all?"

An Chuxia smiled awkwardly, the aunt felt that it was enough, and left with a bag of pods in her hand.

Although knowing that An Chuxia said that his throat had been operated on to help himself, Han Qilu still said displeasedly: "When did I have a throat operation? Why don't I know?"

"Aren't I talking for you? Next time someone greets you, don't look like the world alone, you will suffer." At that time, An Chuxia was like an older elder teaching juniors. Han Qilu was quite uncomfortable.

But what An Chuxia said wrong is that even if Han Qilu continues to dominate, he will not suffer a big loss. After all, he is a person with status and status.

What Han Qilu didn't know was that his dissatisfaction was not because An Chuxia said he could not speak, but An Chuxia said that he was her brother. An Chuxia kept telling him that someone approached him and asked to respond politely.

"Did you choose the food?" Han Qilu said impatiently, "If you don't buy good food, my parents will be there when you get home."

"Oh! Right!" She wants to give Jiang Yuanyuan a surprise!

Seeing An Chuxia hurriedly picking vegetables again, Han Qilu was not surprised and wanted to laugh. In front of him, An Chuxia never seemed to be cautious, and he didn't care much about the image. When he was with her, she must be very relaxed.

However, Mankui has returned to him, he already has Mankui.

After choosing the vegetables to buy, An Chuxia put the vegetables in the shopping cart. He raised his eyes to see Han Qilu's worried look, and was puzzled: "What's wrong with you? Are you still angry with me? Do you want me to find it? That aunt, then tell her that you can actually talk, but you just don't want to talk to her?"

Han Qilu glanced at her, turned and left.

This young master turned his face faster than a book, and An Chuxia hurriedly pushed a cart of things to follow. Fortunately, Master Qilu waited for her at the cashier after all, otherwise she really didn't know how to get so many things by herself.

Walking out of the supermarket, many eyes gathered again. Who made the fountain square outside Happy Shopping Supermarket? Many young people gathered. The young people knew Han Qilu better than those aunts. Almost everyone knew that this was the eldest son of the Han group.

"Why don't I get some for you..." Seeing Han Qilu's full hand, he almost grabbed a bag with his mouth, feeling very sad.

He came up and took away all the things without saying a word. He just threw his cell phone to himself and held two cell phones so easily. She was really complicated... I felt a little embarrassed at first, second I felt very touched. Since Han Qilu lost her memory, she seemed to be more and more moved.

This is a disease, it must be cured!

"Call and ask the driver to bring the car over." Han Qilu didn't mean to ask An Chuxia to help at all, but walked to the side of the road while avoiding the sight of everyone. He really doesn't like the feeling of being onlookers, and he has a hunch that the headlines of the major entertainment news tomorrow may be himself and An Chuxia.

If he's single, just show up when he comes out with lace news, it's no big deal. But if Xiang Mankui saw it, he had to be angry.

But fortunately, Han Jiaxiang is a very popular figure, the media all want to show the Han family when they publish news, and they dare not publish it without permission. Han Liuhai will definitely stop the news at that time.

The driver quickly drove the car over, took the things in Han Qilu's hands and put them in the trunk. After seeing both people in the car, he sat back in the driver's seat and started the engine. After the car left in the dust, there were still people standing on the side of the road watching the long gone car.

"So handsome, why can't you be as handsome and rich as others?" A girl gave her boyfriend a disgusting look.

The girl’s boyfriend looks like a dick, but he speaks quite brilliantly: “The rich must take their friends’ wives, and the children they have are of course good-looking. From generation to generation, the children of the rich will of course grow more good looking."

Some students from Stylan whispered: "Didn’t you hear that Master Qilu lost his memory and forgot An Chuxia? Why are these two people still going to the supermarket together? You see Master Qilu carried all his things by himself, how caring !"

"It doesn't make sense for two people to go to the supermarket together? I heard that Xiang Mankui came to our Stylan school for Master Qilu."

"This news is false, right? Why didn't I see her coming to school?"

"I don't know whether the news is true or not. Just wait and see the changes. I always feel that my school life won't be boring anymore!"

The two people in the car who finally breathed a sigh of relief had their own thoughts, one was thinking about what they should do, the other was clarifying their relationship with An Chuxia.

Suddenly Han Qilu's cell phone rang. Just now, Han Qilu gave the phone to An Chuxia, and later An Chuxia forgot to return it to him, so An Chuxia looked down and saw the word "Mankui" written on the phone screen.

Although these two words are very eye-catching, there is no intimate nickname written, which makes An Chuxia feel a little better.

"You call." An Chuxia handed the phone over and tilted her head out of the window. The numbers on both sides of the road outside the car window quickly moved back, making her eyes dizzy.