Master Devil Don’t Kiss Me

"Housekeeper Han, are you here to help?" Meng Xiaonan looked over with beaming eyes.

The housekeeper Han held a special cleaning tool in his hand, and the uncle driver behind him agreed to also hold a cleaning tool. Han Qilu walked over slowly and handed her a cup of coffee.

"You are..."

Before An Chuxia finished speaking, she was interrupted by the cute little man who walked in: "Master Qilu is mighty! Since there are so many helpers here, there is a lot less of me, so I'll be the first!"

Shameless!

An Chuxia scolded Meng Xiaonan secretly in her heart, and then reached out and took the coffee that Han Qilu had been holding. At this time, the housekeeper Han and the uncle driver had already started to help her clean the windows. It is estimated that Butler Han often does this, and the skilled man can compete with professional window cleaners.

"How can you let Housekeeper Han and the others come and help me, I can handle it myself." An Chuxia said, taking a sip of coffee, and then immediately stuck out her tongue in pain.

"Forgot to remind you, it's very hot." Han Qilu glanced at her amusedly, and said slowly, "Aren't you from the cleaning company? I just asked Han Guanjia and them to help."

It is estimated that Steward Han heard their conversation and hurriedly interjected and said, "Miss grandma, this job was originally my duty. How can there be any reason for you to clean the window? Next time you clean up, just tell me."

An Chuxia didn't know how to say thank you, but Han Qilu pulled out of the classroom and walked downstairs.

"Where are you taking me? I have to help the housekeeper Han and the others clean the windows!" An Chuxia reached out and grabbed the corner wall, and refused to follow him downstairs.

"Housekeeper Han doesn't need your help. If my mother knows that you have to clean the windows at school, she must make trouble in the principal's room." Han Qilu said solemnly: "Let go!"

Regarding Jiang Yuanyuan's character, it is really possible to make trouble in the principal's office. An Chuxia thought for a while, then let go of her hand obediently, and Han Qilu pulled her down.

Han Qilu took her all the way to the first floor.

There is a utility room at the corner of the first floor. It was originally intended to be renovated to run a company, but later the company was all located on the right side of the teaching building, so this house was left vacant. It was usually used by students for exams We can't put down the book. When they are not taking the exam, they are empty, only a few empty tables and chairs with missing arms and legs.

Han Qilu brought her into this room.

"What did you bring me here for?" An Chuxia couldn't help but hug herself with her arms, and the empty classroom always made her feel gloomy.

"I said I would give you three days to think about it, right?" Han Qilu looked at her in his spare time.

She knew that Han Qilu was talking about thinking about being with him again.

However, as far as Han Qilu continued to pretend to have amnesia, she felt that Han Qilu did not like her as much as she thought.

The like she wants is love, not just because of that little heartbeat.

The fact that her father, whom she had never seen face to face, abandoned her mother made her love outlook even harsher.

"Han Qilu, do you really like me?" She raised her head, staring at Han Qilu's eyes and asked.

Perhaps it was unexpected that An Chuxia would ask this question. Han Qilu was taken aback for a moment, and then replied: "Of course. How could I not like me..."

"Then wait for your likes to become'love' and then ask me how I am thinking." An Chuxia didn't let him finish, and said directly: "I don't want to keep saying that people like me, for the sake of investigation. One thing was hidden from me to restore my memory."

Han Qilu was startled, his face turned a little ugly.

He had never spoken to people in such a low voice, An Chuxia was the first. Not even when I was with Xiang Mankui before.

"You mean, are you rejecting me?" Han Qilu stepped forward, looking at her fixedly and asked.

An Chuxia moved her lips, gritted her teeth and tilted her head to one side.

"Very well, An Chuxia." Han Qilu nodded to herself, then pointed her finger at her, and said loudly, "You have a kind!"

After speaking, Han Qilu withdrew his hand and walked directly to the door.

But when An Chuxia thought that Han Qilu would leave directly, Han Qilu suddenly stopped and walked back.

"Listen to An Chuxia, I will make you believe that my likes are sincere. You wait for me!" After speaking, Han Qilu turned around and walked out.

An early summer immediately froze in place.

She thought Han Qilu would be very angry and just walk away, this guy...

When he returned to Han's house, the sky was completely dark. As soon as Han Qilu returned home, he went back to his room without even having dinner. It is rare for Han Liuhai not to socialize today and eat at home, but Han Qilu is too late to come down, and his face becomes a little ugly again.

"Has he eaten?" Han Liuhai put down his chopsticks and looked at the housekeeper Han.

Housekeeper Han knew, and said quickly: "I'm going to ask the young master to come down for dinner."

Housekeeper Han's footsteps were stopped by Han Liuhai: "You don't need to call him. You can't die without eating."

"What are you talking about? He is your son." Jiang Yuanyuan glared at Han Liuhai, then smiled and said to An Chuxia in a blink of an eye: "Early summer, please send him dinner later, I will let the maid prepare it. "

An Chuxia hesitated and agreed.

She lives and eats for nothing in Han's house, and she has to give Jiang Yuanyuan face.

After supper and went upstairs, An Chuxia didn't hesitate, so he freed one hand to knock on the door. But with this knock, the door opened by itself.

She happened to see Han Qilu sitting on the bed with her back facing her and wondering what she was doing.

Hearing the sound, Han Qilu hurriedly stuffed everything he was working on into the drawer. The mysterious appearance made An Chuxia curious. I also forgot my current awkward relationship with Han Qilu, and walked over a few steps and asked, "What are you hiding?"

"Nothing." Han Qilu put down his trouser legs, stood up and asked, "What are you doing without knocking on the door?"

"I didn't knock on the door." An Chuxia put the tray in his hand on the bedside table confidently, pointing to the door and said: "When I knocked on the door, the door opened by itself. You can only blame you for not closing it. . But... what were you doing just now?"

Thinking of the mysterious appearance of Ahn'Qiraj just now, her curiosity immediately came up again.

Han Qilu glanced at her and didn't seem to be going to answer. He just glanced at the dinner she brought up and said: "Why are the maids at home going there? How can you bring them up?"

The reason Jiang Yuanyuan didn't order the maid to bring it up was probably to get her to get along with him more? If Jiang Yuanyuan knew that Han Qilu had recovered her memory, she didn't know how she would react.

Would you blame Han Qilu for hiding her?