Master Devil Don’t Kiss Me - Chapter 903

She said “Ah”, and the person was picked up by a pair of big hands. The familiar breath of Han Qilu was introduced into her nose along with the heavy smoke, and she couldn’t help frowning.

“Why are you… squatting here?” Han Qilu’s eyes darkened, and he reprimanded, “I don’t know if it’s cold on the ground? What if you catch a cold? That time, your body was not as good as before. It’s not that I don’t know, can I cherish my body a little bit?”

As soon as Han Qilu opened his mouth, he kept shooting her with words like a machine gun, but he always cared about her from line to line.

An Chuxia’s eyes were hot, no matter what the three or seventy-one, she reached out and hugged Han Qilu, hugging him tightly!

Han Qilu’s words stopped abruptly, astonishment flashed across his face.

This girl…what’s wrong?

“Why…?” He asked in astonishment, one hand gently hugged her back, and the other hand gently pressed her head: “Who bullied you? Tell me!”

In his heart, what was scared was that An Chuxia knew what Jiang Shisan had told him.

If An Chuxia finds out, will he be angry and ignore him, or will… leave him for the Jiang family?

“No.” An Chuxia hugged Han Qilu, and said sullenly, “You won’t come to me when you come back. I am worried about you and afraid of disturbing you, so I have been waiting at the door. Qilu, don’t worry about me anymore, okay. ?”

Han Qilu’s face flashed with movement. After he stayed inside for so long, she had been waiting at the door.

My heart was filled with unexplained emotions.

“Okay.” He replied in a low voice, then let go of his hand, deflected her body a bit, and leaned over to place a light kiss on her forehead: “Worry you again, Han Qilu is a tortoise. Wang Ba Lao Zi.”

An Chuxia stared at him with wide-open eyes, Han Qilu looked serious, not to mention that he was more like it!

However, she accidentally laughed: “Hahaha…Han Qilu, don’t you often get scolded by Mommy as’turtle king and eight lambs’?”

Han Qilu’s face suddenly became as black as Bao Zheng!

The servant went upstairs at this time and said that Jiang Yuanyuan was going to play mahjong with a few good sisters all night, and was not coming back.

“My dad isn’t there, so no one will care about her.” Han Qilu curled his lips and nodded to the servant: “I see. Go down.”

“Yes, Master, you are told to ring the bell.” The servant finished speaking and left quickly.

“The elders are not here, we are alone and widow, do we want to do something like cooking?” Han Qilu suddenly turned to look at her, his eyes burning to death.

With this tease, An Chuxia blushed: “Han Qilu, you can be a gangster! I’m going back to my room to sleep!”

After speaking, she fled back to the room as if to escape.

But Han Qilu didn’t leave. He just stood at the door of her room and stood for a long time. He waited until there was no movement inside before he lifted his foot to leave and returned to his room. In his room, there are still many things that he used before, and even some books he read in kindergarten, such as “Aesop’s Fables” and “Green’s Fairy Tales” are full of childhood memories.

When he was young, he was much more comfortable than he is now, in this compound. As Jiang Yuanyuan’s son, his identity is placed there. In addition, Jiang Guoli, who is still young, will support him, and he is definitely a little overlord.

However, he prefers now, because now An Chuxia is by his side.

One night, over and over, he did not fall asleep all night.

Early the next morning.

“Mummy, when did you come back?”

“In the middle of the night, I wanted to spend the night, but none of us are young anymore. In the second half of the night, our eyelids can’t be opened at all, so we just went to each house to sleep.”

The voices of Jiang Yuanyuan and An Chuxia entered the room. Han Qilu sat up and checked the time. It was just after six o’clock.

He never gets up so early, so in order not to arouse suspicion, he simply lay back. This time, I actually fell asleep.

“Han Qilu, get up.”

Someone is calling him, his voice is still familiar, who is it?

“Are you a pig? It’s already past eight o’clock, get up!”

He suddenly opened his eyes, An Chuxia’s face was drawn into his pupils. And she was sitting on him at the moment, holding her ears with her hands.

“Finally woke up…” An Chuxia let go and looked down Han Qilu’s gaze, only to realize that this posture is too… sinful!

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” She was shocked, and quickly turned to get out of bed.

But she still had time to lift her foot in the future. Han Qilu’s hands had already imprisoned her, and he smiled evilly: “So you like this posture? Tsk tusk, you can’t tell!”

She blushed to the base of her neck.

“You talk nonsense again, see if I won’t tear you up…”

“What are you two doing?!” A loud shout sounded at the door, and Jiang Yuanyuan immediately closed the door and shouted: “You guys continue! But remember to take measures!”

A capitalized “囧” is printed on An Chuxia’s face.

Why was it misunderstood again?

An Chuxia glared at her with a blushing face, Han Qilu let go of her hand, she was free and jumped out of bed.

After breakfast, Jiang Yuanyuan glanced at the two of them and said: “You two are idle anyway. Go to the Brilliant Hotel to see if there is anything wrong. The wedding tomorrow is very important, and there should be no difference.”

When Han Qi recorded it, he was immediately unhappy.

“Mom, you can just ask a servant to come over and take a look at this little thing. As for the two of us to go there in person?” His tone was full of discomfort, and he still wanted to go back to the room after dinner. Take a rest.

Jiang Yuanyuan was not angry after hearing this, but calmly put down his chopsticks, looked at Han Qilu, narrowed his eyes and asked: “Oh? So, do you prefer to talk about life with your grandfather at home?”

Han Qilu’s hand holding the chopsticks suddenly tightened, he said, why do you want him to do such a small thing, but Jiang Yuanyuan did not expect that Jiang Yuanyuan was to give them a chance to stay away from grandpa temporarily.

“Of course I am happy to chat with Grandpa, but…” Han Qilu put down his chopsticks, looked at Jiang Yuanyuan with piercing eyes, and said, “In order for my uncle’s wedding to go smoothly, Chuxia and I can get a little tired!”

Jiang Yuanyuan rolled her eyes in her heart, got up and walked away.

Watching all this, An Chuxia understood Jiang Yuanyuan’s hard work. She just felt heavy in her heart.

When I was in the Han family, I had never had any pressure from the elders on the family concept, but now, the respected old man seems to be very dissatisfied with her. This makes her feel that her breathing is not as smooth as before.

As if he noticed something wrong with her expression, Han Qilu picked up the chopsticks and gave her a piece of sweet radish, and asked in a low voice, “My wife seems a little unhappy.”

An Chuxia quickly reduced the depression in her eyes, curled her mouth and smiled: “What can I do to be unhappy?”

“Then you laugh so stiffly?” Han Qilu stared into her eyes: “Don’t pay attention to Grandpa’s words, even if everyone opposes our being together, Han Qilu only considers you alone!”

The depressed heart was immediately brightened by what Han Qilu said.

“En.” She nodded, her clear eyes filled with trust.

She believes that nothing can separate Han Qilu from her except death!

After eating breakfast, Jiang Yuanyuan has changed his clothes. The clothes are small formal suits, which makes Jiang Yuanyuan look heroic.

Out of doubt, An Chuxia asked: “Mummy, where are you going?”

Jiang Yuanyuan smiled, full of joy.

“There are still a few important people, I need to hand in the invitations in person.

Speaking of invitations, An Chuxia couldn’t help but think of the busy woman in the Forbidden City. Her eyes sank, she nodded, and said, “Then you will be careful on the road.”

“Okay.” Jiang Yuanyuan said, looking at Han Qilu: “I have already said hello to the brilliant side, you will go in a while. Remember, every place must be carefully checked. Your uncle’s wedding is a bit poor. There can be no.”

“I see.” Han Qilu nodded. Of course he knew that behind Jiang Yuanyuan’s “careful inspection”, he was actually saying that he would come back later.

Jiang Yuanyuan must be able to see his grandfather’s dissatisfaction with An Chuxia, so he deliberately let them stay here less.

After Jiang Yuanyuan left, Han Qilu felt faintly uncomfortable, so he urged An Chuxia to go upstairs to change clothes: “Remember to dress more strictly. I don’t like other men seeing you too much.”

An Chuxia blushed and went upstairs without much thought.

She changed to a knee-length white dress with a conservatively designed neckline. She walked downstairs and Han Qilu nodded in satisfaction: “This is it, this style is pretty good-looking, I will wear this style in the future!”

An Chuxia’s face turned black: “Han Qilu, how stingy are you?”

“This is not stingy, it is a manifestation of my love for you.” Han Qilu was about to pull her hand, and the servant suddenly ran into the hall.

Han Qilu frowned unhappily, the servant didn’t dare to be wordy, and said straightforwardly: “Master, grandpa is looking for you!”

An ominous premonition rose in Han Qilu’s heart.

The scene where the grandpa was looking for him yesterday is still vivid. Although it is summer, he feels a chill from the top of his head and goes straight to the bottom of his feet.

The atmosphere cooled down in an instant, and Han Qilu rubbed his temples before asking, “Did you say anything about me?”

The servant gave him an innocent look and shook his head.

In this home, the old man is like an emperor. Where would he explain to a servant the reason for his finding someone?

Han Qilu waved his hand: “I see. Go down.”

As soon as the servant left, An Chuxia pulled Han Qilu’s sleeve: “I’ll go with you!”

She still remembered Han Qilu kept shutting himself in the room after he came back yesterday. No matter what it was, she didn’t want Han Qilu to bear it alone, she hoped to help him bear it! Even if she can’t do anything, she just needs to be by his side!

“No need.” Han Qilu shook his head: “If the old man only said to find me, he would only find me. It will be useless if you go with me. You go to the car and wait for me, and I will come back.”

An Chuxia stopped talking, Han Qilu stretched out his hand and rubbed her head: “Be obedient, wait for me in the car.”