Master Devil Don’t Kiss Me

Now that she asked herself again in her heart, she found that she could not hate An Chenchuan. Probably my mother said that if one day sees his father and the members of his existing family, he must hold a peaceful heart. That's why you don't hate him, right?

"I don't hate it." Her tone was very certain, without any doubt.

"Oh?" She didn't notice Han Qilu's eyes suddenly became cold: "Then you like him?"

An Chuxia expressed disdain for Han Qilu's words, and went back coldly: "Doesn’t you hate it doesn’t mean you like it? If you are bored, you can buy a doll by yourself and talk to the doll. Don’t bother me if you have anything to do. Have unnecessary contact with you. Goodbye!"

She got up and walked outside, and Han Qilu did not stop her. It's just that the corner of his mouth evokes an extremely cold smile.

It seemed that the two of them had never had a friendly conversation from beginning to end. He raised his head and drank the red wine in the goblet. He was looking forward to seeing how that kid chased his sister.

After leaving Han Qilu's room, An Chuxia breathed a sigh of relief. She was impulsive again... but she couldn't help being impulsive. With a light sigh, she suddenly remembered Jiang Yuanyuan. So walked towards Jiang Yuanyuan's studio.

Jiang Yuanyuan has a special writing room, which contains a lot of materials and books she has published, as well as a computer, a printer and a fax machine. Apart from that, there is nothing in the room that has nothing to do with writing.

Seeing the light from the crack in the room door, she knew Jiang Yuanyuan should be inside.

Raising his hand and tapping the door, there was no movement inside. Is there no door?

Just as she was about to open her mouth, Jiang Yuanyuan's voice came from behind her: "Huh? Why are you here, Xiaochuxia?"

An Chuxia turned around and saw a cup of coffee in her hand, only then did she know that she had made coffee. Lifting her eyes to meet Jiang Yuanyuan's surprised eyes, she pursed her lower lip and smiled and said: "Auntie, I'm here to explain what happened just now..."

Who knew that Jiang Yuanyuan immediately shook her hand, holding coffee in one hand and pulling her into the writing room. After finding her a chair, Jiang Yuanyuan sat down and said, "No need to explain, no need to explain! Your mommy, I am not a person of feudal thinking. How can I say that I am also a romantic novel author! I am too happy to... I mean, I won’t blame you."

"..." What is this?

Putting the coffee next to the computer, Jiang Yuanyuan turned the swivel chair to a place very close to her and said, "Little Chuxia, when did you guys... By the way! It hurts the first time, right? Ouch! Why don't you go to Qilu? Lie down in the room?"

She actually stood up and wanted to drive her to Han Qilu's room.

An Chuxia quickly said: "Auntie, you really misunderstood! It's just that I fell off the bed, and Han Qilu just took a shower and tried to hold me. As a result, my clothes were torn and his bath towel fell off... such."

After the explanation, Jiang Yuanyuan fell into silence, as if trying to understand her language.

After a long while, Jiang Yuanyuan broke the silence and asked quietly in the eyes of An Chuxia's expectation: "You mean, you have nothing to do with Qilu?"

Thank God, I finally understand. An Chuxia breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, and replied, "Of course not!"