Master Devil Don’t Kiss Me

On the forehead, no, not only on the forehead, but even the blue veins on the neck. Don Kay, you bitch! Why didn't she expect to fracture her hand? ! Sister Wolf as a tyrant? I bother! But this nickname is pretty aggressive, why haven't you heard of it before?

An Chuxia's face was constantly changing, Han Qilu finally couldn't hold back, and laughed ‘poof’. He was even more upset by his effort to hold back his smile, An Chuxia changed from lying down to Buddha sitting in meditation, and stared at Han Qilu angrily: "Laugh! You laugh again? Be careful to flash your tongue."

He raised his eyebrows in disapproval of An Chuxia's poisonous tongue, the smile on his face gradually faded, and he continued to drive with a plain face. But An Chuxia still saw that the corner of his eyes was still smiling wantonly. Bastard!

After being quiet for a while, An Chuxia swallowed, got out of the car seat very seriously, then quickly climbed to the passenger seat and turned to ask Han Qilu: "What did the **** tell you just now?"

"Bitch?" confessed her name to Tangkayi, um, the unpleasant perfume smell is really cheap. But I have to say that the jokes she provided were really funny.

He had completely recovered from his plain face and couldn't see any emotions. He just held the steering wheel in one hand and took out the phone with the other hand to dial a number. Han Qilu's car can be directly connected to a mobile phone. Soon, there was a loud noise in the car: "Hello?"

"Book two positions for me, and I'll come over right away." He spoke like a king, and the loud voice over there was suddenly silenced, and then he heard the sound of deep breathing.

"Yes! Master! Do you need to clear the venue?" Compared to his previous voice, the man was more restrained and respectful. It's no wonder that Han Qilu is so defiant, and all co-authors are used to it. Since childhood, most of them have been served as emperors. Whose psychology will not be distorted?

"No need." Pressing a button in the car, the phone was immediately hung up.

Glancing at Han Qilu, An Chuxia asked in a low voice: "Where are you going? Have you booked a location? What location is reserved?" Bowling shouldn't be just two people. If it's just two people, it would be embarrassing. Her work, her freedom! ! !

"Eating." After faintly speaking two words, Han Qilu pressed a button in the car, and a burst of jazz reverberated in the car. For a person like An Chuxia who has no artistic cells, she only feels that listening to this boring music is better than listening to Phoenix Legend's "The Most Dazzling Ethnic Style". But she did not dare to express her dissatisfaction.

After a few minutes, she couldn't help but ask: "What did the **** tell you?"

As if trying to deliberately whet her appetite, Han Qilu glanced at her sideways, and the corners of her mouth jokes playfully: "Guess it."

What kind of medicine is sold in this gourd! She turned her head and smiled sullenly and said, "Isn't she saying that I have killed someone? What's wrong with me really killing someone?!" When she mentioned that slut, she didn't get angry. .

It was obviously that Tangkayi deliberately threw her language books, and she was angry and pulled her arm... and it was just a dislocation, and there was no fracture! Sinister! Adding oil and vinegar to the point of perfection.

Han Qilu still didn't speak, but the smile at the corner of his mouth became obvious again.