Master Devil Don’t Kiss Me

After speaking, Jiang Yuanyuan sighed lowly, and then suddenly reached out and patted her thigh and laughed and said, "Really! Why do you think I have nothing to mention these unhappy things?"

An Chuxia laughed with him: "Yes, the past is gone. It's getting late, Mommy, let's go back."

"Okay." Jiang Yuanyuan nodded and walked back holding hands with her.

After the two said goodnight to each other, An Chuxia went upstairs to go back to the room to write a novel before going to bed. But when she walked to the door of the room, she heard a noisy sound coming from the next room.

The next room was Han Qilu's room. The door of the room was ajar, so An Chuxia could hear the sound.

What happened?

An Chuxia moved away suspiciously and walked to Han Qilu's door.

Han Qilu went straight upstairs after dinner, so she didn't know what Han Qilu did after going upstairs.

Moving to the door of Han Qilu's room, the noisy voice became more pronounced.

"Han Qilu." An Chuxia reached out and knocked on the door several times.

"In." Han Qilu's voice came.

An Chuxia opened the door and walked in. As soon as she entered the door, she was almost shocked by the sight in front of her. In front of her, there were all messy things piled up, and there was almost no place to stay.

Han Qilu squatted on the ground, looking for something in the drawer that he took out, without even looking at who it was.

An Chuxia couldn't help asking: "What are you doing? Are you looking for something? What is missing?"

Han Qilu raised his head, but only looked down at An Chuxia and rummaged.

"Why don't you speak?" An Chuxia asked while looking for a place to stay.

Han Qilu stood up and said helplessly, "I can't find it. I can't find the pen."

An Chuxia was taken aback, her eyes widened suddenly: "You mean, the pen that you originally wanted to give him on Daddy's birthday?"

Without waiting for Han Qilu's answer, An Chuxia continued: "Did you give me that pen? Throw it away if you say you don't. I'm afraid you will throw it away, so I will save it for you."

After listening to An Chuxia's words, the light in Han Qilu's eyes lit up, but his mouth was pretending to be calm: "Oh, it was with you."

An Chuxia let out a "um", and then laughed mischievously: "Is it for daddy? The things can finally return to their original owners!"

Hearing, Han Qilu turned his head and looked a little awkward. He said disgustingly: "Hurry up and get it? Haven't seen your maid with so many mouths!"

"You!" An Chuxia was anxious, and after taking a deep breath, she decided not to be familiar with Han Qilu, turned around "difficultly" to find the gap, and finally walked out of the room.

When she found the pen in the room and returned to Han Qilu's room, the servants were already cleaning Han Qilu's room.

"Hey, little maid." Han Qilu snapped his fingers at her, walked out of the room quickly, and took her hand to her room: "I'll discuss something with you."

"What's the matter?" An Chuxia asked with afterthought.

She didn't think that what Han Qilu wanted to discuss with her would be a good thing.

"Tomorrow Friday, school will be over at 4:30. I have to go to the basketball club to train. You can bring this to the old man." Han Qilu said, pointing to the box in An Chuxia's hand. There was a fountain pen that Han Qilu had originally given to Han Liuhai for his birthday.

It turned out to be giving him a pen.