Master Devil Don’t Kiss Me

"Keep that bunch of colored hair like the tail of a rooster, you are going to school, don't shame the young master and the Han family, you know?" Steward Han said majesticly, Liu Dongyu didn't react much, but shrugged Shrugging, probably means very helpless.

Han Qilu shook his head. People of the older generation just can't understand the meaning of the word "trend". His hair color is all maroon, and the color hair like a **** tail. He also thought about getting one before, but it still didn't. courage. But he wanted to try this little flat head.

Didn’t I say on the Internet that the handsome guys who cut their heads straight are the real handsome guys.

"Uncle Liu, you are too far-sighted to say that. Dongyu is uncomfortable when he hears it. He will come to see me if he has something to do. I am in Class A of the second year." Han Qilu glanced at Liu Dongyu, and remembered this kid secretly before. Hiding in the corner watching housekeeper Han come to pick him up from school, and then crying bitterly, I couldn't help feeling a little guilty.

The love of the housekeeper Han, whom he didn't care about, was exactly what Liu Dongyu had dreamed of. He was really bad!

But does he only owe Liu Dongyu alone? And An Chuxia, right? Even he himself couldn't figure out his current situation. What happened to the throbbing in his heart when he was alone with An Chuxia?

Sometimes I still can't accept Xiang Mankui, probably because I haven't fully accepted Xiang Mankui doing that with other men, right? He has to take care of his heart, and he can't live in a muddle.

Now that I decided to be with Xiang Mankui, I couldn't think about so much.

But why does my heart start to feel hollow when I think so? what is this? Han Qilu suddenly remembered that Meng Xiaonan asked himself to remember the past when he was brilliant tomorrow, but if that memory is retrieved, will he not love Xiang Mankui?

This seems unlikely.

"Young Master?" Seeing Han Qilu's eyes erratic, and his complexion was not very good, the housekeeper Han went up and shouted several times: "What's wrong with you Young Master?"

Only then did Han Qilu come back to his senses, he was so absorbed in his thoughts that he forgot that he was still talking to Steward Han and the others.

"Hurry up and go work on your own. Moving house must be very busy. I will go back to take a bath first." Han Qilu said.

Housekeeper Han had long meant that Han Qilu should go back to rest early. Now that he heard what he said, he nodded quickly: "Then master, take a good rest. See you tomorrow morning."

Seeing Han Qilu left with a worried look, Liu Dongyu recalled the An Chuxia he had seen in the ward. Han Qilu was the young master, but his father's name was An Chuxia young grandmother. Shouldn't those two people be married? However, the age of the two is not yet reached. They are not a couple, but should they be a couple?

But depending on the situation, the two are obviously not lovers.

"Dad, what is the relationship between him and the girl I saw in the hospital? I think they are so strange..." As soon as Liu Dongyu spoke, he was immediately glared by the housekeeper Han.

"Child, don't worry about these messy things, these things are not something we can intervene." Housekeeper Han walked to the trunk of the car, took a schoolbag and put it in Liu Dongyu's hands, and exhorted, "You go back to the room and take a shower. Bring everything you need to school and try not to bother others, you know?"

Liu Dongyu was still making a noise in his heart, and he didn't answer the words of Butler Han, so he took the huge schoolbag and walked to Butler Han's room. He didn't mean to intervene in this matter, he just asked casually, and Dad's expression was serious. Has the Han family brainwashed Dad and treated others like a butler robot?

The room where the servants and the housekeeper Han live is on the east side of the villa. Compared with the rental house, the condition of the house is still dozens of times better. When he came for the first time, he didn't know where Housekeeper Han lived, but as long as he walked with the servants who helped to move things, he would know.

"Is that Dongyu?" A maid walked up from the room and looked at Liu Dongyu and said, "You are all this old. When you first arrived in City A, my other uncle and your father went to pick you up with you. Well, this is Aunt Xu, do you remember?"

Looking at the strange face, Liu Dongyu's eyes flashed doubts, but he said hello politely: "Hello Aunt Xu, please take care of me in the future."

Although he is a small **** outside, as the housekeeper Han has never restricted him when he spends money, he is undoubtedly a "local tyrant" in the civilian school he attended before. In addition to his righteousness, many people call him Dong Brother Yu is also a small person. But in front of the elders, he always used the meek side to meet guests.

Especially in front of Housekeeper Han, it seemed like a personal change.

"Oh, good!" Aunt Xu smiled happily: "I don't know which room is yours, right? We vacated a room on purpose, just next to your dad's room, come with me."

The corridor is made of wooden floors, and there are nice footsteps when you walk up, which makes people feel at ease. In any case, he will not live alone in a big room in the future.

Han Qilu walked back to the hall alone, and the servant inside quickly helped him open the door. When walking back to the room, passing by An Chuxia's room, he stopped, and turned to face An Chuxia's closed door.

Anyway, people remember to help him cook his two favorite dishes. How about expressing his gratitude?

Opening the door itself should be a very simple matter, but when Han Qilu put his hand on the doorknob, he didn't have to do anything to open the door. It's like opening that doorknob requires a lot of effort.

After a long while, he didn't know how long time had passed, he felt that time seemed to freeze. At last he sighed, let go of his hand, and turned to his room. But as soon as he put his hand on the doorknob, the door of An Chuxia next door opened, so that he turned around quickly, and met An Chuxia's stunned eyes.

"Did you just go upstairs?" An Chuxia spoke first, with no other emotions on his face.

"Yeah, right." Han Qilu nodded, suddenly wondering what to say to her. A fast heartbeat is like running a few hundred meters. Is this a crazy rhythm?

"Then you take a good rest, I'll go down and pour a glass of water to drink." An Chuxia nodded slightly at Han Qilu and turned to leave.

"Eh! Wait!" Han Qilu hurried forward a few steps: "Um... I just ate dinner below."

"Huh?" An Chuxia remembered that Jiang Yuanyuan had just distracted herself. She guessed that Jiang Yuanyuan was going to have a good talk with Han Qilu. When Han Qilu said this, she felt puzzled in her heart.

Seeing her strangely, Han Qilu thought she didn't understand what she said, so he added: "My mother said that you made a special dinner for me to try too, just because I didn't eat much for dinner."

"That's it..." An Chuxia nodded, knowing that he still ate the dishes he cooked, and didn't have much reaction in his heart. Eating food doesn't mean anything, if you can't eat it together.

"Well, the craftsmanship is very good. It's a good match with the chef's, especially the bowl of shrimps. It's a top-notch!" Han Qilu said and gave a thumbs up.

In the early summer of An, I am allergic to seafood. Every time I buy seafood for Chinese New Year, I will take some anti-allergic drugs in advance, so my family rarely cooks seafood. It seems that Han Qilu doesn't remember her seafood allergy...

However, she doesn't even remember her, how can she remember those details.

Lifting his eyes, An Chuxia said with a tired face: "The prawns are made by the chef. If there is nothing else, I will go downstairs and pour water first."

The bitterness in the throat slowly, she is afraid that if she does not drink some water, the bitterness in the throat will turn into tears. Seeing An Chuxia escaping downstairs, Han Qilu felt a trace of disappointment.

Wait, why should he be lost? It must be that his brain is still not well, right?

Back in the room, he secretly made up his mind, no matter what, those few months could not be in vain, maybe there were memories that he didn't want to forget? He wanted to find the memories of those months, and he must find it back!

Just do it, Han Qilu opened the phone address book, and then remembered that he didn't have the number of the attending physician at all. But... he remembers the address of the hospital. Write a letter and send it to the hospital in the United States. The person in the duty room should send the letter to his attending physician.

Thinking about this, Han Qilu hurriedly digged through the boxes and turned over a piece of letter paper, sat on the round table on the balcony, and wrote a long paragraph fluently in English. Although he said that his academic performance was not good, it was only because he thought it was useless to learn those messy things, and English was very useful.

Han Qilu's head has inherited Han Liuhai's wisdom. Because of his serious English lessons, he often asked foreign teachers to make up lessons before, and often followed Han Liuhai to go abroad, so both written and oral English expressions are relatively smooth.

The general content of the letter is to ask the attending physician about his condition, when will the lost memory be retrieved, and what can be done to retrieve the memory as soon as possible.

In Nangong Zifei's villa, Dahu hurriedly ran to the door of Nangong Zifei's room, raised his hand and knocked on the door, panting and said, "Boss, inquired about it!"

Marg sat in the next room to choose a belt to match her suit. Hearing the voice of the big tiger, the whole person's spirit immediately tightened, and he threw the belt on the bed, quickly walked to the door and listened carefully to the next door. movement.

"Sister-in-law, they are going to go to Styran for class tomorrow!" Seeing Nangong Zifei sitting on the balcony smoking a cigarette, Dahu immediately walked to the balcony and said with joy: "It seems that the concussion is almost healed, I have already gone I checked a few videos. It was Han Qilu who pushed her to the ground. She fell inattentively and caused the concussion."

"You mean Han Qilu?" Nangong Zifei's hand holding the two steel **** tightened. It seems that the news of Han Qilu's amnesia is true, but Han Qilu lost the memory of knowing An Chuxia.