Master Devil Don’t Kiss Me

"Thank you." An Chuxia said cautiously.

At this moment, the crowd below suddenly became noisy.

One by one, people in military uniforms came to the stage, each holding a rose in his hand. Yes, one, not the bunches that Xiang Mankui received.

Those in military uniforms walked directly to An Chuxia, stretched out their hands, handed out the roses in their hands, bowed one by one, and left.

The movements are fluent and not sloppy.

The host was also stunned for a while, not knowing how to react. And An Chuxia was even more astonished, only mechanically taking over the roses one after another, and saying thank you stiffly.

One, two, three...

Soon, her arms were full of roses. In the end, she couldn't hold so many roses at all. The host had to help hold them, and only then did she collect the roses from all the people in military uniforms.

A total of 999 flowers!

Nine hundred and ninety-nine roses, this is nothing. If you calculate it at the price of ten yuan each, nine hundred and ninety-nine roses are only nine thousand nine hundred and ninety yuan. This money, among many students in Stellan, is only one week's pocket money.

But, this was delivered by people in military uniforms one after another!

Who can call so many troops to send flowers? This is the real masterpiece!

"An Chuxia." Han Qilu's voice sounded through the crowd, and a microphone appeared in his hand at some point.

"Master Qilu..." The supporters holding the roses were a little trembling.

"Although you are not very good at playing, but this young master loves to listen." Han Qilu said unparalleledly: "Come down and watch the next performance with this young master."

The originally noisy scene was suddenly silent.

On the stage, An Chuxia's face twitched twice uncontrollably.

This is the so-called dog can't spit out ivory? She has seen it!

"Haha..." The host smiled and rounded off: "It's so romantic, thank you Chuxia for playing."

An Chuxia was only able to exit the stage with his waist down. Once out of the passage, Mo Xinwei, Maruko, and Meng Xiaonan were already waiting there. As soon as Mo Xinwei stepped forward, she hammered An Chuxia's chest twice: "You are good! You didn't shame me!"

When she said that, Meng Xiaonan was immediately unhappy: "I'm going to you! Who is embarrassing you? Who are you?"

Seeing that the war was about to break out, An Chuxia quickly grabbed Meng Xiaonan, and somehow the two talents calmed down their anger.

"By the way, early summer." Meng Xiaonan patted his head and said: "Did you notice Xiang Mankui's expression just now? That expression is as stinky as eating shit!"

"Yes, yes." Maruko touched his chin and said, "I think that girl deliberately wanted to steal your limelight, but I didn't expect the limelight to be on you!"

She is more in the limelight than Xiang Mankui, but she is not happy. She always felt that for someone like Mankui, coming to Stilan must not be simply a teacher.

But she didn't continue to think about it anymore, thinking about many things in the world can only be endless troubles.

Mo Xinwei's sketch was ranked on the sixth show, so she quickly went to talk to the people on her show, and An Chuxia and Meng Xiaonan came to the place where Han Qilu was.

I don't know if Han Qilu said something, but no one looked back at them. While An Chuxia felt a little more relaxed, she walked over and gave Han Qilu a kick.

Her kick was not heavy, but Han Qilu squatted down with a twisted face, as if her kick was heavier than the one in the boxer.

"Hey..." An Chuxia walked over and said with a straight face: "Don't pretend! Come out!"

With that said, she took the lead out of the back door.

As soon as she walked out of the back door, she discovered that there were still 999 men in military uniforms standing outside the back door. She doesn't know what military ranks are, only that they are all soldiers. The common people are afraid of the army, just like the mouse is afraid of the cat. An Chuxia suddenly froze in place.

Nine hundred and ninety soldiers looked at her the moment she walked out!

"An Chuxia, the murder of her husband is not in full view, right?" Han Qilu quickly followed, only to realize that An Chuxia was stunned, and quickly pushed her: "Hey, what's wrong with you?"

"He...they." An Chuxia's voice was trembling: "Why are they still here?"

It's not that she is persuaded, no matter who you say, the first time you see this kind of scene, everyone will be nervous.

"Because there is still a task." Han Qilu pulled the corner of his mouth, and then snapped his fingers very handsomely. The line that formed a rectangle suddenly dispersed.

Behind them, there were countless candles, and those small candles were put together to form the words "youarethebest".

And Jiang Yuanyuan walked forward among the pile of candles, holding a bunch of flowers in his hand, and walked forward with a smile.

"Mummy..." An Chuxia didn't know what to do for a moment, but just stood there.

No wonder Jiang Yuanyuan didn't show up until she finished the performance. It turned out that she came here after watching the performance.

For a while, tears were whirling, and my eyes seemed to be covered in mist.

"Little Chuxia, you are the pride of Mommy!" Jiang Yuanyuan took the bunch of flowers and walked forward slowly, sending them to An Chuxia's arms.

"Thanks..." At this moment, she really couldn't say anything except thank you.

"Thank you!" Jiang Yuanyuan glared at her: "Mommy hasn't finished writing today's manuscript. Now that your performance is over, Mommy is leaving! Such a passionate scene is really not suitable for Mommy."

Jiang Yuanyuan exhorted a few more times and left, and all the soldiers followed Jiang Yuanyuan.

Looking at their backs, An Chuxia couldn't help but ask: "Are these people from the Ling family?"

Han Qilu knew that the people she was referring to were the soldiers. He glanced at her sideways and said, "An Chuxia, is it possible that only the Ling family can move these people in the world?"

An Chuxia shook her head and said sincerely: "That's what I thought just now."

Cursing the corners of his lips, Han Qilu said, "It's a member of the uncle's army. Now the Ling family has encountered something, and political opponents are staring at it. At this moment, it is impossible to call out such a few people."

"Uncle?" An Chuxia looked at Han Qilu depressedly and asked: "You still have an uncle? Why did I never know? I never met him."

Han Qilu's eyes warmed, and he said softly: "He is in the army all year round, and probably only goes home during the New Year. If you want to see him, I can take you to see him."

It can be seen that he has a good relationship with this uncle.

But she didn't take the initiative, and hurriedly shook her head: "No, don't you see me during the New Year? Which program is coming now? I have to go and join Xinwei."