Master Devil Don’t Kiss Me

After a few flashes of the screen, it went out unexpectedly. After a few shots, she finally realized that it was dead. It's over, won't the wallpaper be kept forever? Sin, what if Han Qilu sees this?

The door to the bathroom was opened at this time. She took the phone in with a guilty conscience and squeezed out an unnatural joke and said, "Can you lend me your phone for one night? I found that the games on your phone are better than those on my phone. The game is more fun."

He raised his eyebrows suspiciously, and said indifferently: "Our phone models are the same, they are all iphone4S, so...our games are the same. What do you want to do?"

Sinister! Why does this black-bellied man suddenly jump so high now? No, no! He must be prevented from seeing that she is sticking his tongue out on his phone screen, otherwise he will definitely kill himself! The heart jumped up suddenly, and suddenly three words popped out in my mind: "Beauty's trick"! OK! An early summer! Just feel wronged and use your innocence for the time being...Bah, baah! What innocence? Idiot.

Looking at her constantly changing face, Han Qilu waved his hand before An Chuxia was about to speak, and said helplessly: "If you want to play, just play, remember to answer the phone for me first."

An Chuxia's eyes widened, and she asked stupidly: "You actually... directly agreed?" Han Qilu raised his eyebrows slightly, stepped forward, and walked over to the table with the phone and dialed silently. The internal telephone of the Ston Hotel.

There was a beep, and the phone was answered there, followed by the respectful voice of the hotel attendant: "Master, what's your order?"

"Come somebody to tidy up the room, and remember to wash the clothes thrown here and put them in the closet." Without waiting for the other party to say anything, Han Qilu decisively turned off the phone and put his arms around An Chuxia and walked out of the room. He didn't care about the clothes, but the clothes on her...not so ugly.

It was already past eight when he returned to Han's house, and Jiang Yuanyuan was sitting on the big sofa in the lobby watching TV. Seeing them come back and hurriedly turned off the TV and ran forward with a chuckle: "Where did you two little things go on a date? The **** Liuhai didn't let me call to ask."

An Chuxia was about to answer Jiang Yuanyuan’s question, but turned her head to find that there was a huge picture hanging on the wall above the sofa. Hanging the photos is no big deal, the point is, the photos hanging on it are actually the scene of her being kissed by Han Qilu in the morning. Since the angle is very good, the profile of Han Qilu and the profile of An Chuxia were captured. The expressions of the two people in the photo, one dumbfounded, the other proud...

There was a sense of horror and chaos called ‘Heaven Strikes Thunder’.

"Auntie, that picture...you put it?" She knew with her toes that Jiang Yuanyuan must have put it, but she still asked stupidly. Han Qilu tilted his head slightly and noticed the photo in the giant photo frame on the wall.

Jiang Yuanyuan proudly held An Chuxia's shoulder and pointed to the frame and said, "How about? Your mother, I took good photos? You won't be allowed to call my aunt again. Anyway, I have to call my mother sooner or later. It's better to start calling now. Did you hear me?"

"Uncle... Auntie, didn't you say that I was Han Qilu's fiancée because I had a good identity? Why now..." She paused, looked at Han Qilu and said complainingly: "You Say something!"

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