Master Devil Don’t Kiss Me

Only then did Han Qilu let go of the hand holding Xiao Mingluo's collar, but still gave him a dissatisfied look.

The name **** has been heard by most people who have actually been on the road. And the origin of the name nigga, legend is that the **** likes to kill at night, and the killing methods are very cruel, just like death. Therefore, everyone calls him nigga.

Han Qilu naturally knew **** too, but in his cognition, **** should be someone in his forties and thirties, not... his own age. This gave him a sense of crisis and a sense of anxiety that he had never felt before.

"What's the matter with you two?" An Chuxia shook her head, waking up from the shock.

"It's nothing!" Xiao Mingluo hurriedly shook his head: "We're just discussing it casually. Hey, discussing it."

An Chuxia sighed helplessly: "Neither of them are three-year-old children anymore, and they are still like children. It is not shameful. Go and deal with the wounds on your face, lest you lose the picture."

Seeing that An Chuxia didn't follow up any further questions, Xiao Mingluo hurriedly talked to Ling Hanyu who stood on the side in a daze: "Then let's go to the hospital and won't be back later. Have fun tonight! See you then!

He refers to large expeditions in the wild by then.

As soon as the voice fell, the two of them disappeared. Helpless, An Chuxia glanced at Han Qilu, raising her leg to leave. But as soon as she took a step away, Han Qilu squeezed her elbow: "Let's go back too."

He didn't want to go there again, and didn't want to see Nangong Zifei-nigga at all. He is not afraid of niggers, he has nothing to fear when he grows up. Just, I'm just afraid that An Chuxia will be hurt.

"No!" An Chuxia rolled his eyes: "Why do you mean what you say?"

"Hey, let's go home and sleep, okay?" Han Qilu's tone softened, with infinite tenderness in his eyes: "I'm almost exhausted. I have been busy all day and haven't taken a break."

An Chuxia moved her lips and said nothing, but her footsteps did not move anymore. Han Qilu smiled faintly and put one of his hands around An Chuxia's right shoulder, strode out of the music book, and kept his arms around her out of the gate of Styland College. During the period, I met many Stylan students, and he ignored their shock, envy, and jealous eyes.

It was An Chuxia who always wanted to get rid of his arm, but never got rid of it. In the end, he had to put his arms around his shoulders. I wondered what happened to him today, and always felt very strange.

The car quickly drove into the gate of Han's house. When An Chuxia was about to get out of the car and open the door, it was discovered that the door had been locked by Han Qilu.

Just about to speak, I heard Han Qilu's voice from the driver's seat: "It's not far from Nangongzi, okay?" Although it was a question, the tone did not give her the right to say "no" at all.

"Why?" An Chuxia puzzled: "You won't be jealous anymore, are you? Me and him are just ordinary friends."

Han Qilu looked along to the right, and the pale yellow interior light gently enveloped An Chuxia's profile. Her eyes were very sincere, and no one could doubt it.

Of course he believed.

With a click, the door lock was unlocked. Although it was inexplicable, An Chuxia got off the car quickly.