Master Devil Don’t Kiss Me

An Chuxia's body is indeed full of cream, not only the short sleeves on the upper body, but the school skirt on the lower body is also stained with a lot of cream. The whole person looks a little embarrassed.

Compared with the little bit of cream on the edge of the girl's shoes, she was a drop in the bucket!

The female was physically upright, standing and speaking without any backache, and said: "But I have already apologized to you! And you, you are not polite at all, how did your mother teach you?"

"Don't you say my mother!" The girl's words touched the part of An Chuxia's heart that she couldn't touch. She stretched out her hand and quickly grabbed the girl's left wrist.

People who have practiced have strong hands, and coupled with the anger in her heart, the girl only feels that her hand is broken. She wants to withdraw her hand, but she feels the pain of breaking her hand even more.

"Ah—" The girl gasped and sternly reprimanded: "Let go, you crazy girl!"

"Who the **** is a lunatic?" An Chuxia looked at the girl coldly and said, "Your mother taught you to call someone lunatic if you can't beat others?"

The contemptuous tone made the girl feel ashamed. The girl behind her saw that her friend had been bullied, and walked forward one by one: "An Chuxia, take your dirty hands away!"

Dirty hands? An Chuxia set his sights on her hands.

His hands were covered with the cream on the cake and the dark fluid chocolate, which really looked filthy.

"Dirty hands are cleaner than her!" An Chuxia stared at the girl closely, "Who taught you to do things right or wrong? Did your mother teach it?"

You don't scold your parents, but when the other party scolds her mother, she will never refuse to reply.

"The mouth is sharp!" The girls rushed forward together.

Girls are not fighting like boys. Boys pay attention to the strength of their fists. Girls' usual tricks are pulling hair, scratching people's face with nails, and slapping the face. When the waiters in the cafeteria saw this, they stepped aside. They seemed to be used to this situation a long time ago and had no plans to come up and help.

Being a waiter in Styland’s student cafeteria is a valuable reward. They don’t want to lose their jobs just because they provoke a young lady, and they choose to ignore it every time they encounter this kind of thing.

A slap came up and was cleverly avoided by An Chuxia, but unfortunately, she accidentally stepped on a fragment of a plate on the ground. The fragment was relatively large, and it almost slipped and fell. Fortunately, her eyes were quick and fast. Grabbing the counter on the side, it kept his balance.

Otherwise, with so many fragments on the ground, she would have to throw several holes in her body.

But the girls took advantage of An Chuxia's nearly fall, and rushed forward to pull An Chuxia's hair, one by one harder.

Xiao Mingluo has been resisting the urge to rush up to help An Chuxia, only waiting for Han Qilu to come and help. Finally, when the girls swarmed up to pull An Chuxia, Han Qilu slammed the spoon in his hand to the ground and rushed up. .

The girls pulled their hair straight, and did not notice Han Qilu's movements. When they reacted, several people were thrown far away by Han Qilu and hit the dining table heavily. That throw was much harder than Han Qilu's throwing Meng Xiaonan tomorrow.

When the other girls saw this, they automatically let go of their hands holding An Chuxia's hair and moved back quickly.

"Mingluo, take them all to the music classroom!" Han Qilu said, pulling An Chuxia's hand, bending slightly, and hugging An Chuxia Heng.

In order to prevent An Chuxia from passing away, he deliberately freed up a hand to hold An Chuxia's tun, and pressed his hands tightly to clamp her two legs.

"You..." An Chuxia was a little stunned, she never thought that Han Qilu would come up to help her.

Wait, where's the cute boy? Where did that guy die?

Thinking of the cute boy, An Chuxia looked around eagerly, Han Qilu lowered his head and stared at An Chuxia and said, "Don't turn around."

Hearing, An Chuxia did not look around obediently, but suddenly she thought of something and suddenly raised her head, but accidentally ran into Han Qilu's forehead.

"I'm sorry..." An Chuxia's face was embarrassed: "I just thought that I haven't paid someone else's plate."

"Don't worry, someone will pay for you." Han Qilu said, strode out of the canteen and walked to a place with few people.

He said that someone would help her compensate, not Xiao Mingluo, but those girls, they would pay the price they deserve!

"Where are you taking me?" An Chuxia noticed that the surrounding area was already farther and farther away from the teaching building: "Let me go down. I am not injured and can walk by myself."

Except for a lot of hair being pulled out and a slight pain on his face, everything else was normal. This didn't affect her combat effectiveness at all. Thinking about how Han Qilu stopped her before she could fight back, she was still a little bit lost.

But Han Qilu was able to help her, that kind of joy was much more than the slightest sense of loss.

Han Qilu's footsteps stopped immediately, and the face of An Chuxia who was close at hand looked so relaxed. As if she was not the one who was pulling her hair by the lunatic women just now, she didn't feel weak after being bullied at all.

"An Chuxia, if you and Mankui learn a little bit of weakness, I won't hate you."

When the voice fell, An Chuxia widened Shui Lingling's eyes, staring at Han Qilu's strangely patterned eyes and asked, "Do you really hate me?"

Hate her?

of course not! However, sometimes he really has the urge to choke An Chuxia to death. That impulse appeared when An Chuxia asked him to eat tea eggs before, when he was beaten by those girls in the cafeteria, and even in An Chuxia. Early summer also appeared when he asked him if he hated her.

"An Chuxia, you are such a stupid donkey!" After speaking, Han Qilu bent down and put her on the ground, his movements were not gentle.

After Han Qilu put her down, she began to look around. It was beside the plastic track. There was a fountain pond not far away, and there was a small house beside the pond.

"Where is this?" She hadn't been here before.

Han Qilu walked to the front and said as he walked: "During the first year of high school, in order to supervise my school, housekeeper Han stayed with me in Styland all day, and then built such a small house in this open space for my class. Let Housekeeper Han rest here when I’m here."

"I didn't know about this place before." An Chuxia marveled at the power of the Han family, and wanted to build a small house in the open space of the school. No wonder Han Qilu develops such a solo temperament.

"In the second semester of high school, butler Han stopped urging me to study at school, so this place is empty. If it wasn't for today's emergency, I almost forgot that there is such a place."

While they were talking, the two people had come to the door of the small house. The door was unlocked, and the door was opened as soon as the door was pulled.

"I remember there is a disinfectant solution here. You can take a shower in the bathroom inside, and I'll apply the medicine when you come out." Han Qilu thought for a while and said, "I'm calling now to ask Mr. Han to send a school uniform. You can rest assured Go in and wash."

This small house has only one floor, but it is fully equipped. Although it has been abandoned for a long time, there is nothing wrong with it except for the dust.

"Yeah, good." An Chuxia nodded and went into the bathroom inside. Han Qilu was inexplicably relieved here, and she couldn't tell why she was at ease.

After An Chuxia went in to take a bath, Han Qilu made a phone call and simply told the housekeeper Han what had happened and asked him to send in a set of school uniforms immediately.

Styran's uniforms were all tailor-made, and An Chuxia was of a one-size-fits-all figure, and soon the housekeeper Han went to the uniform shop in the school to pick up the clothes.

"Master, the clothes have been delivered." Housekeeper Han knocked on the door and said aloud.

"Then you send her in." Han Qilu lifted his head from the medicine box. Fortunately, the shelf life of the disinfectant solution is two years, otherwise these medicines will expire.

Hearing that, Steward Han was taken aback, and the corners of his mouth twitched and said embarrassingly: "Master, I'm an old man, isn't it right?"

"What an old body, I didn't let you go in and do bad things, I just asked you to deliver clothes!" Han Qilu looked anxious, and stood up from the sofa: "You are not suitable to go in, am I suitable?"

Housekeeper Han blinked and shrugged, "Of course it fits!"

"Why?" Han Qilu frowned questioningly.

"Because the person waiting for you to deliver the clothes is the young grandmother." Housekeeper Han had a normal expression and thought in his heart that if he continues to stay here, he will become a light bulb, and he should give them more time to be alone.

Just do it, and Steward Han continued: "The principal is still waiting for me in the office. I have to hurry back right now. You slowly accompany the young lady. She is definitely not in a good mood right now. Let's go!"

After a series of words, the housekeeper Han put all the clothes in Han Qilu's arms, turned around and ran outside.

Young lady, housekeeper Han, I can only help you here!

With all the effort, where there are still people with Han butler. Han Qilu looked down at the school uniform in his hand. At this time, the sound of water in the bathroom stopped, and it should be ready to be washed.

Okay, isn't it just a set of clothes? It's no big deal to give clothes to your sister! Han Qilu thought so, and after taking a few deep breaths, he raised his foot and walked to the bathroom door.

Han Qilu raised his hand, clenched his hand into a fist and tapped a few times on the bathroom door, then raised his voice and asked, "Have you finished washing?"

Inside, An Chuxia said, "It's done."

Han Qilu took a deep breath and said, "You open the door a gap, and I will put my clothes in."

Soon, the bathroom door opened a small slit, just enough to pass a hand. Han Qilu grabbed the clothes and reached in, feeling that the clothes had been taken away, so he withdrew his hands, and the door was quickly closed again.

Somehow, he just felt a bit dry in his throat.