My Devil Young Master

He thought that Han Qilu would not agree to help others, but he did. He also called the teacher and arranged for the boy to go back.

After bidding farewell to Meng Xiaonan, an chuxia's heart is slightly uncomfortable.

"Why didn't I ask you to help me, but I didn't see you so enthusiastic?" She flew up and kicked the pebble a little distance.

"Isn't she your good friend?" Han Qilu words asked export, suddenly a hook in the mouth: "you are jealous?"

"What a joke!" She's just upset that Han Qilu is just being mean to her

"Master Qilu." There was a teacher with a girl student coming this way.

"What can I do for you?" Being disturbed by flirting, young master Han is slightly displeased, but still patiently asks,.

"So it is. This year's expedition, as in previous years, is divided into groups of three. Originally, you were in the same group with an chuxia and the girl who just left. There were several other students who went back because of their health, so now they have been assigned temporarily. This is a new teammate. Get to know each other The teacher said, followed the girl behind him to the front: "then you know each other, I have something else, go first."

See Han Qilu did not answer, an chuxia hurriedly bowed to the teacher: "good teacher, please."

"Well." The teacher nodded and turned away.

Take back the eyes on the teacher, an chuxia began to look at the girl introduced by the teacher. Girls are very cute, just like those dolls in the window. Her hair was golden and curly, which set off her oval face to the extreme.

However, the girl seemed to be afraid of her, her eyes flickering and dodging, and she did not dare to look at her, nor did she dare to see Han Qilu.

"They really are. Will two people die? And find an extra oil bottle. " Han Qilu was displeased and glanced at the girl coldly. He saw that the girl was trembling and seemed to cry.

"I'm sorry..." Girl's eyes have already been red, pathetic.

"How do you talk?" An chuxia pushed Han Qilu for a moment and pulled the girl: "it doesn't matter. Don't listen to him. That's how he talks. He never goes through his head. "

"Hello, an chuxia!" Han Qilu wrung his neck and said, "how do you talk?"

"All right! You play your game, young master An chuxia pushed Han Qilu away without saying a word. Han Qilu shrugged his shoulders and turned to leave without looking at the girl.

For him, the things he doesn't care about are rubbish. Even more unimportant than garbage, even look at it.

"Hello, my name is anchuxia." Ann chuxia walked back to the girl and held out her hand in a friendly way.

"Ah, is it?" The girl's eyes bent and she even laughed. Smile of the early summer have a kind of hair feeling.

Strange, didn't she look like she was about to cry?

"What's your name?" An chuxia tried to ignore the feeling of doubt from his mind.

"Do you have anything to do with my name?" The girl student asks the exit coldly, the contrast ground makes an early summer tongue.

"This, me I just An Chu Xia did not know how to answer. Her name really has nothing to do with her, but she is also out of kindness.