My Devil Young Master

"Master Qilu, why did you come here all of a sudden?" The head teacher's attitude is obviously somewhat humble, Han Qilu glanced at the head teacher on the platform, and then dropped his eyes on the indifferent face of early summer.

Her beautiful and soft facial lines at this time appear a little compact, but there is no lack of beauty. Like a king, he stepped forward a few steps and went to an chuxia: "why hang up my phone."

Note that his sentence is not an interrogative sentence, but a question with dignity. When he asked, an chuxia could not help but feel a little uneasy on his face. He clenched his hands tightly into a fist, but his tone was extremely relaxed: "if I remember correctly, the Constitution does not stipulate that an chuxia must answer your phone call, right?"

An chuxia's contemptuous tone and indifferent expression completely angered Han Qilu. A hand, in the full view of the whole class, he tightly pulled Ann chuxia's arm and pulled her out of the classroom.

"What are you going to do? Let me go! Let go - "cried an chuxia, but his strength was too small to break away from his powerful right hand as strong as an iron arm. Had to let him pull his arm, has been pulled to the roof of the school.

If she hadn't grasped the railing of the roof in time, she might have been thrown directly from the roof.

She was pale as she gripped the railing in terror. The stubborn little face did not leave half a tear. If she died like this, maybe she could see her mother.

Han Qilu knew that with his strength and the speed of throwing her out, she would never fall off the roof. He certainly won't let her be so easy in front of him, he hate to part with or use.

But he had to teach her a lesson!

"Next time, if I hang up again, then The consequences will never be so simple. I will let you come to a bad end! Or, to make life worse than death. You know, I'm a man who can do what I say His tone was haughty. In fact, he has always been such a person, like the emperor, no one is allowed to despise his authority.

Even if it's early summer, it's the same!

An chuxia forced himself to suppress the fierce anger in his chest and not to lose his temper. Take a deep breath, why can you feel even breathing so heavy?

"What do you want from me?" Her voice sounded incomparably calm, like a pool of stagnant water without waves. But as the Korean drama said, it's equivalent to turning on the gun on the calm lake.

People who can come to the roof are usually super expensive childe like Han Qilu, so there are few people on the roof. Looking around her eyes, there was no one. Han Qilu stepped forward and took an chuxia's hand. She could clearly see that Han Qilu's lips were shaking.

"Are you jealous?" Contrary to what an chuxia thought, Han Qilu didn't have any sign of getting angry, on the contrary There was a smile that was not obvious but really existed.

If an chuxia is jealous, then Does it mean that she really likes him, too?

Clenching his lower lip, an chuxia's face showed a sneer: "young master, you seem to be too narcissistic, right? If there's nothing wrong, I'll go back first, and I'll have the next test soon. "