Master Devil Don’t Kiss Me

"Auntie, uncle. Although I also want to save you some trouble, but you see Master Qilu, you may find another identity to go to school..."

"Needless to say, this matter is so decided, no matter whether he wants it or not." Han Liuhai glared at Han Qilu, and got up and took the suit jacket in the hand of the maid.

"Yes, no discussion! Starting today, you will go to school in the same car with Xiao Chuxia. If I find that you are not treating her badly... then freeze all your credit cards!" Jiang Yuanyuan followed and stood up and replaced Han Liuhai tidied his tie.

"I..." This is another trick! Han Qilu was silent for a long time and had to agree. An Chuxia glared fiercely, then turned and walked out first.

An Chuxia sighed in her heart, and found that she had been sighing all day long after coming to Han's house. Sure enough, when you get something, are you destined to lose something?

In order to go to Styran, she seemed to not even want to be dignified. Is it really worth doing this just to fulfill the mother's wish?

"How long are you going to sit there? This young master doesn't want to be frozen in credit card!" Han Qilu's voice sounded outside the hall. An Chuxia gritted her teeth, for the sake of her mother, she felt it was worth whatever she did!

"Uncle and aunt, then I will go to school first." She bowed to them, turned and ran out in their loving eyes.

Sitting in the extended Bentley, she really felt that the life of the rich seemed too luxurious.

"In school, don't say know me." Han Qilu's voice sounded like a ghost again.

Pretending not to know him, this is of course what she hopes. He pursed his lips, smiled and said, "Ok."

Han Qilu looked even more upset at her obedient appearance, and then added: "When you see me, you have to respectfully call "Master Qilu", have you heard?"

"Cough cough cough!" Housekeeper Han coughed sharply from the passenger seat: "Master, I was sent by the wife to protect Miss An."

The implication was that he was here to monitor Han Qilu.

"Will I choke her to death?" Han Qilu rolled his eyes and said again impatiently, "I must call me Young Master!"

"Okay, Master Qilu." An Chuxia still looks calm. If you call the young master, call the young master, and she will not lose a piece of meat.

"Huh!" Han Qilu tilted his head and looked out the window.

The Royal Academy of Styland is here soon. Although An Chuxia is a person who can keep his emotions in his heart very well, he can't help but stare at such a magnificent and brilliant school.

"No experience!" Han Qilu glanced at her coldly and got out of the car first.

As soon as I got off the car, a large group of girls in Styland College uniforms gathered around Han.

"Master Qilu is also very handsome today."

"Master Qilu, when will you go to KTV with us again?"

"Master Qilu, did you have breakfast?"

All kinds of **** questions are heard in An Chuxia's ears, and I only feel particularly idiotic. It turns out that in the Royal Academy, **** is so common. Probably they don't know Han Qilu's inferiority, right?

Han Qilu, who was surrounded by the girls, suddenly had an idea in his mind, and gently pulled the corner of his mouth to reveal a wicked smile.

"I'll introduce someone to everyone!" He pushed away the girl in front of him, walked to the other side of Bentley, opened the car door in the eyes of everyone, and pulled her out of the car regardless of An Chuxia's expression.

"Who is she?" The girls' vicious eyes locked An Chuxia.

"What do you want to do?" she asked Han Qilu softly. Isn’t it better to pretend not to know him? So what is he doing now?

Han Qilu didn't answer, but just took one of her hands and raised it up: "She is my maid, An Chuxia, you can trouble her with anything, absolutely don't be polite!"