Master Devil Don’t Kiss Me

Margot's mind was empty, and all the painful memories of last night went back to the room in her mind for an instant.

Or Nangong Zifei was the first to react, and said flatly: "Last night...Am I drunk?"

The blanket wrapped around Marguela's body and sat on the bed, her thin shoulders trembling, but she always suppressed her crying, not letting herself cry.

Last night, Nangongzi was drunk and treated her as An Chu Xiaqiang. She desperately shouted no, but Nangong Zifei ignored her at all. The heart-piercing pain was accompanied by tender lips. Nangong Zifei gave her hope, but he gave her despair by the name of An Chuxia.

She likes Nangong Zifei, and she's been moved since the first sight that day. But he was screaming An Chuxia's name while pressing on himself.

Sad... She felt that she was the saddest person in the world.

Nangongzi frowned, and the memory of last night suddenly awakened. Last night, she turned out to be An Chuxia!

"Boss, I am willing." Marg rashly broke the long silence, holding back tears and said: "However, you held me and called An Chuxia's name."

"..."

"I also have dignity, even though I have you in my heart." Margot said, tears couldn't help but surging from her eyes.

Nangong Zifei remained silent for a long time. He spoke slowly, accompanied by a sigh, "I will be responsible for you."

As the voice fell, Margot's cry stopped, and the crying Lihua looked at Nangong Zifei with rainy eyes: "Really...really?"

The look in his eyes was very much like early summer in An. Nangongzi's heart is not soft, maybe... he can use the method of falling in love with others to forget someone.

"Really. I will be responsible." Nangong Zifei's gaze was a little evasive, but after all he made up his mind: "I will try hard to...accept you."

Sometimes, he admits that he is very mean, but his conscience has not been eaten by the dog. If he does that kind of thing, he must be responsible for her. Even if he can't fall in love with her, he must give her the best life and give her a happy life, right?

"Boss!" At this moment, the door of the room was suddenly opened by the big tiger.

What caught his eyes was that Nangongzifei and Marg were all wearing thin blankets, and they could see that they were wearing nothing. His brain capacity and brain processor couldn't react for a while, and got stuck in place, just staring at the camera, oh no, it's eyes, looking at them dumbly.

Marg tightly covered her exposed skin with the blanket, and lowered her head deeply. Subconsciously, she felt that the fault was with herself. If she were a little more determined and broke away from Nangongzi and did not run out of the door, it would probably not be the case...

But where are so many ifs?

If she could do it again, she would still do it again, right?

"Dahu, you go out first." Nangongzi said in a calm voice. He could see that his face was not good, and his tone was also with irresistible majesty.

"Yes, but the boss..."

"Get out!" Dahu wanted to say something, pointing at Mag with trembling fingers, but when Nangongzi drank so badly, he almost peeed his pants in fright, turned and ran out quickly.

Nangong Zifei picked up the clothes next to him, and put them on quickly. After finishing, he carried Marg on his back and said, "You also get dressed and come down."

"Boss..." Margot whispered, and said awkwardly, "My clothes were torn by you last night."

After a moment of silence, Nangong Zifei raised his foot and walked out, and walked to the door to say, "I'll let someone deliver it."

The door was gently closed, and Marg's nerves relaxed. Reached out and pressed it on his left chest, where the heart thumped and beat vigorously. She was delighted, and exchanged Nangong Zifei's phrase "I will be responsible for you" with the pain of the night. She felt it was worth it, even if it hurt a few more times, she felt it was worth it!

Soon, someone knocked at the door, and Marg quickly covered herself and said, "Come in."

The person who came in was the assistant of the chef and was a standard blonde. Holding some of Margot's clothes in her hand, she walked to the bed and handed it to Margot. But as soon as Margot stretched out his hand, the blonde's wrist moved, bypassing Margot's hand and throwing it on the bed. Then she said in her not-so-standard Chinese: "Don't touch my hand that I want to cook, dirty!"

Margot's expression was shocked, obviously she hadn't expected that this foreign woman who didn't have much interaction with her would have such a bad attitude towards her. I felt anxious for a while, raised my head and asked: "What do you mean?!"

"What do you mean?"

The blonde beauty turned and walked a few steps, and she seemed to be unable to bear it, and turned back: "You have no background, don't think that after sleeping with the boss all night, you really think you can jump on the branch. You will always Can't become a bird king! It can never be a pheasant!"

Originally, the blonde girl wanted to say Phoenix, but she didn't know how to use the word Bird King instead.

"Who do you think is a pheasant!" Margot gritted her teeth, shaking all over because of her anger.

The blonde beauty curled her flaming red lips, and said contemptuously: "Aren't you a pheasant, are you still me? Everyone knows that you took advantage of the boss to be drunk last night and deliberately went to'ditch' to attract the boss! "

After speaking, the blonde turned her head and left, looking disdain to talk to Margot.

Margot simply reversed right and wrong, she just kindly cooked a bowl of hangover soup last night! The contents of the hangover soup are still scattered on the ground!

Despite her grievances, she had already suffered a lot of blindfolds living in this villa, thinking that she was eating soft food, and basically people would not give her a good face.

"It should have been used long ago!" Margot knocked on her head, enduring the pain in her lower body and put on her clothes.

The stairs that go down easily on weekdays, it took her several minutes to go down today. But it was precisely because of his slow walking that he heard the conversation between Nangong Zifei and Dahu. The staircase is spiral, surrounded by solid walls with various paintings, so there is no need to worry about being discovered.

"Boss, are you crazy, are you going to send her to Stylan to school?" Dahu's voice seemed very grumpy: "You were just drunk last night. Wouldn't it be enough to give her a little compensation? As for Is that right to her?"

"Dahu!" Nangongzi snorted, and waited for Dahu to calm down before continuing: "If you do something that is sorry for others, you must always be responsible to them. If that's the case, isn't it a villain?"

"What villain? We are not the righteous people!" Dahu said angrily, "Anyway, I will not admit that she is our sister-in-law, nor will my brothers admit it!"

"Then it's you or me?" Nangong Zifei's tone became colder, as if he could be dead.

Seeing Nangong Zifei's face getting worse and worse, Dahu didn't want to change his relationship with the boss because of a Marg, so he replied in a deep voice, "Of course you have the final say..."

"That's it. Let's have breakfast!" Afterwards, when Margot could only hear the food, she never heard the voice again. She hesitated, resisting the pain and walked like a normal person. Go down.

The sound of footsteps made Dahu and Nangong Zifei stop their movements at the same time. Nangong Zifei didn't go to see Marg, but said in a deep voice, "Hurry up and have breakfast. Tomorrow we will go to Styland school together."

"Together?" Margot's eyes lit up. "Steland?"

"You'd better not embarrass us like a village girl!" Dahu's words obviously meant that he would also go to school in Stylan. According to Nangong Zifei, they would no longer need to go to school, but this is also a very Good cover status, go to school at this age, if something happens, the police will not find them soon.

The unkind words made Margot's eyes dark, but she sat down and ate her breakfast in silence.

If Dahu scolded An Chuxia just now, Nangongzi would have been furious, right? But it was her who scolded her, and Nangong Zifei didn't even say a word of reprimand. She held the fork tightly in her hand, her complexion was very ugly.

Of course she didn't see Dahu finish that sentence, so Nangong Zifei gave Dahu a fierce look and warned him not to talk nonsense.

After breakfast, Nangongzifei will disappear as usual for one morning. Marg doesn't know what Nangongzifei is going to do, but she knows that everything she must do is confidential.

Bored all morning, she started searching for news about An Chuxia on the computer. All of the above are titles like "An Yishan's righteous daughter An Chuxia is suspected to be the fiancée of the young master of the Han group", "The fiancee is looking for a day and one night in the jungle to save the young master of the Han", and "Mrs. Han in the future is actually a college student". , Anyway, all the reports are beneficial to her, and she can't find half of the negative news to entertain her.

No longer interested in continuing to watch, Margot simply turned off the computer and stood in front of the mirror to look in the mirror. She saw many bruises on her body that Nangongzi had made, and her eyes were covered with dark circles, and she looked like she had been abused.

Bored for a while, she decided to take a rest, but she fell into a deep sleep as soon as she touched the pillow. Probably too tired.

On a street in New York, An Chuxia bought a few postcards at the post office and prepared to take them back to give to friends. She has decided to be strong, so she can't go back sickly!

She wants to go back to the previous Anchuxia, because that kind of Anchuxia is what Han Qilu likes!

Housekeeper Han accompanied Han Qilu to the hospital for an examination, and Xiang Mankui said that he was going to pack things and did not go to the hospital. Originally An Chuxia planned to go with him, but was persuaded by Han Guan and said that he would be back soon.

I was idle alone in the hotel, remembering that I had passed by a post office before, and went to the post office along the same route. Fortunately, her English is good. Although she still has problems with her oral English, her daily communication is not a problem.

"Early summer!" Suddenly a familiar voice shook her.