My Devil Young Master

Ann chuxia's body is indeed full of cream, not only the short sleeves of the upper body, but also the lower part of the school skirt is stained with a lot of cream, and the whole person looks a little embarrassed.

She was a drop in the bucket compared with the little cream on the edge of the girl's shoes!

"But I've already apologized to you," she said! And you, with no manners, how did your mother teach you? "

"Don't you talk about my mother!" The girl's words touch the part of an chuxia's heart that can't be touched. She reaches out her hand and quickly grabs the girl's left wrist.

The person who has practiced has a lot of strength, plus the anger in her heart, the girl only feels her hand is broken, and she wants to pull it back, but she feels the pain of breaking her hand even more.

"Ah -" the girl took a cold breath and yelled: "let go, you crazy girl!"

"Who is the madman?" An chuxia coldly looked at the girl and said, "is it your mother who taught you that you can't beat others and call others crazy?"

The disdainful tone made the girl feel ashamed. The girl behind her saw that her friend was bullied and walked forward one by one: "an Chu Xia, take your dirty hands away!"

Dirty hands? An chuxia's eyes fall on his own hands.

Hands covered with cake cream and black flowing chocolate, it looked really filthy.

"Dirty hands are cleaner than her!" An chuxia was staring at the girl and said, "who taught you to do everything right or wrong? Did your mother teach it? "

Scold people do not scold their parents, but the other party scolded her mother, she will never refuse to reply.

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

Girls don't fight like boys. Boys pay attention to the strength of their fists. Girls' usual moves are pulling their hair, grabbing people's faces with their nails, and slapping their ears. Seeing this, the canteen waiters retreated one after another. It seemed that they had been used to this situation for a long time and had no intention of helping.

Working as a waiter in the student canteen in STYLAND is a valuable reward. They don't want to lose their jobs just because they have offended the young masters and young ladies. They will choose to turn a blind eye to this kind of thing every time.

An chuxia skilfully avoided a slap on the face, but unfortunately, she accidentally stepped on a piece of plate on the ground. The fragment was relatively large, which almost made her almost slip. Fortunately, she caught the counter on the side quickly, which kept her body balance.

Otherwise, there were so many pieces on the ground that she would have to fall several holes in her body.

But those girls took advantage of an chuxia almost fell down and rushed to pull an chuxia's hair one after another.

Xiao mingluo has been trying to resist the impulse to rush to help an chuxia, only waiting for Han Qilu to come forward to help. At last, when those girls rushed to pull an early summer, Han Qilu threw the spoon in his hand to the ground and rushed up.

Those girls pulled their hair straight, and didn't notice the action of Han Qilu. When they responded, several people were thrown far away by Han Qilu and hit the dining table heavily. That throw, can be compared to Han Qilu in tomorrow brilliantly throws the cute young man's time to exert much more.

The rest of the girls saw this, one after another automatically released the hand holding Ann chuxia's hair and quickly retreated.

"Minlo, take them all to the music room!" Han Qilu said such a sentence, pulled an chuxia's hand, slightly bent down, and picked an chuxia up.

In order not to let an chuxia go, he specially took out a hand to hold an chuxia's Tun department, and put his strength on his hand, holding her two legs tightly.

"You..." An Chu Xia is a bit of a daze, she didn't think Han Qilu would come to help her.

Wait a minute. What about cute boy? Where did the goods die?

Thinking of the cute little man, an chuxia looked around. Han Qilu lowered his head, staring at an chuxia and said, "don't turn around."

Listen, an chuxia really obediently did not look around, but she suddenly thought of a thing, suddenly looked up, but accidentally hit Han Qilu's forehead.

"Sorry..." An chuxia face a burst of embarrassment: "I just think, I haven't paid someone else's plate."

"Don't worry, someone will pay for it." Han Qilu said stride out of the canteen, to the sparsely populated place.

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

"Where are you going to take me?" An chuxia noticed that it was getting farther and farther away from the teaching building: "you let me down, I'm not hurt, I can walk by myself."

Apart from being pulled out a lot of hair, a little bit of pain on the face, everything else is normal. This does not affect her combat effectiveness at all. Thinking that she was stopped by Han Qilu before she could fight back, I still feel a little lost.

But Han Qilu can help her, that kind of joy can be more than that little sense of loss.

Han Qilu's feet immediately stopped, and an chuxia's face looked so relaxed. It seems that she is not the one who was pulled by that group of madwomen just now. She has no weakness after being bullied at all."An chuxia, if you learn a little bit of weakness from vine Kui, I won't hate you."

The voice falls, an chuxia glared at the eyes of the water spirit, Lengleng Leng looked at Han Qilu's eyes with strange lines and asked, "then do you hate me very much?"

Hate her?

Of course not! However, sometimes he really has the impulse to strangle an chuxia. That impulse appeared when an chuxia asked him to eat tea eggs, when he was beaten by those girls in the canteen, and even when an chuxia asked him if he hated her.

"Anchusha, you are a big ass!" After saying that, Han Qilu bent down to put her on the ground, the action is not gentle.

After Han Qilu put her down, she began to look around. This is beside the plastic runway. Not far away, there is a fountain pool, and there is a small house next to the pool.

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

Han Qilu walked to the front and said: "when I was a senior high school, my family asked housekeeper han to accompany me in stilan all day in order to urge my school. Then I built such a small house in this open space to let housekeeper Han rest here when I was in class."

"I didn't know there was a place like this before." An chuxia marvels at the power and power of the Han family. If you want to build a small house in the open space of the school, you can build it at will. It's no wonder that Han Qilu will develop such an arrogant temper.

"In the second semester of senior one, housekeeper Han didn't urge me to study in school any more, so it was empty here. If it wasn't for today's emergency, I almost forgot that there was such a place."

Speaking, two people have come to the door of the small house, the door is not locked, a pull the door was opened.

"I remember there are disinfectants here. You can go to the bathroom inside and take a bath. I'll help you clean the medicine when you come out." Han Qilu thought for a while and said, "I'm calling now to ask housekeeper han to send a set of school uniform. You can rest assured to go in and wash it."

This small house has only one floor, but it is fully equipped. Although it has been abandoned for a long time, it is not bad except for a little more dust.

"Well, good." An early summer nodded into the bathroom inside, Han Qilu here she inexplicably at ease, also can not say why is the peace of mind.

After an chuxia went in to take a bath, Han Qilu made a phone call and simply told housekeeper Han about the process of the matter and asked him to send a suit of school uniform right away.

Stilan's uniforms are tailor-made, and an chuxia is a size fits all figure. Soon, housekeeper Han went to the uniform store in the school to pick up the clothes.

"Young master, the clothes have been delivered." Housekeeper Han knocked on the door and said in a voice.

"Then you can send it to her." Han Qilu lifted his head from the medicine box. Fortunately, the shelf life of the disinfectant was two years, otherwise these drugs would be expired.

Hearing this, housekeeper Han was stunned, and the corner of his mouth took a puff and said in an embarrassed way: "young master, is it not appropriate for me to be an old-fashioned son?"

"I'm not asking you to go in and do evil. I'm just asking you to deliver clothes!" Han Qilu's face was in a hurry. He stood up from the sofa and said, "you're not fit to go in. Am I right?"

Housekeeper Han blinked his eyes, shrugged and said, "of course it is."

"Why?" Han Qilu frowned and asked suspiciously.

"Because the person waiting for you to deliver the clothes is the young grandmother." Housekeeper Han has a normal expression and thinks that if he continues to stay here, he will become a light bulb, or give them a little more time to be alone.

Just do it, housekeeper Han continued: "the headmaster is still waiting for me in the office. I have to hurry back now. You can accompany her slowly. She must be in a bad mood now. Let's go first!"

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

Little grandma, housekeeper Han, I can only help you get here!

A slip of smoke Kung Fu, where there is Han housekeeper's smoke. Han Qilu looked down at his school uniform. At this time, the sound of water in the bathroom stopped. It should be washed.

Well, isn't it just a suit? It's no big deal to send clothes to your sister! Han Qilu thought so. After taking a few deep breaths, he lifted his feet and walked to the bathroom door.

Han Qilu raised his hand and clenched it into a fist. He knocked on the door of the bathroom. He raised his voice and asked, "are you ready to wash it?"

The sound of an chuxia saying "it's washed up" is dressed inside.

Han Qilu took a deep breath and said, "you open the door and I'll put the clothes in."

Soon, there was a small crack in the bathroom door, just passing through one hand. Han Qilu then grabbed the clothes, put his hand in, felt that the clothes had been taken away, he just took back his hand, and the door was soon closed back.

Somehow, he felt a little dry in his throat.