Master Devil Don’t Kiss Me Chapter 913: Don’t come back

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She thinks things too simple.

The next second, a pair of big hands covered the backs of her hands, and then her person was pulled into a familiar embrace.

"You don't have to say sorry to me." Han Qilu's voice came in a thin voice: "Let everything go with the flow."

"It's not good, it's not good!" The servant's voice came from outside the door.

An Chuxia hurriedly pushed Han Qilu away and kept a proper distance. The door was opened, and the servant couldn't even give a gift. He said eagerly: "Little master, it's not good! My grandfather has fainted! Now I was sent to the hospital!"

Anchu Xia froze in place.

"What's the matter?" Han Qilu frowned: "How come you faint suddenly?"

"I don’t know the details. I only know that the grandfather suddenly called the young master to go to the study, and then the young master ran out holding the grandfather and let us call an ambulance." The servant finished, thought about it again Added a sentence: "Madam has already set off to the hospital. You can change your clothes and go there."

"I see." Han Qilu nodded: "In early summer, if you stay at home, I will call you if I have anything to do."

An Chuxia said worriedly: "Don't you need me to accompany you?"

"No need." Han Qilu said, taking off his pajamas without shy away.

An Chuxia quickly turned around and walked out of the room.

When she walked to the door of her room, she only heard the sound of closing the door. When she turned around, she saw Han Qilu rushing back.

No matter how indifferent he is to Jiang Shisan, it is still his grandfather after all. How could he not be anxious when he heard that his grandfather was sent to the hospital?

She darkened her eyes, and when she went back to see the red notebook on the head cabinet, she suddenly felt a little lost for no reason.

Wait, the expression on An Chuxia's face froze. Is she... jealous of Han Qilu's grandfather?

What the hell? !

In the early morning of the next day, An Chuxia was awakened by a constant knock on the door.

"Who?" She sat up and glanced at the phone. It was only seven o'clock, and no missed calls or text messages came in.

She couldn't help feeling lost.

"It's me, little grandma." The servant stood respectfully outside the door: "You told me before that you are going back to school today. I wonder when you will leave?"

She looked stiff, and in the next second she jumped up from her sex: "I will go after breakfast! I will go to wash now."

"Good little grandma, I will prepare breakfast for you."

The outside voice is calm.

An Chuxia quickly rushed into the bathroom to wash her face and brush her teeth. She actually forgot to start school every day. Today, she has to go back to the dormitory to tidy up and gather with Ding Mengyuan and the others. The traffic in the imperial capital is really troublesome. Han Qilu is not there. She is embarrassed to use Jiang's car, so she has to hurry up and take the subway.

She chose a white skirt with a hollow pattern, and her hair was randomly tied into a small ball, cute and mature.

Grabbing the bag, she quickly went downstairs. The servant had already prepared breakfast.

"Little grandma, don't you wait for the master to go with you?"

As if seeing her eating so quickly, the servant couldn't help asking.

"No longer. I have to get together with my friends. When he finds me, you just say I'll be back at night." An Chuxia quickly drank the last sip of milk and hurriedly stood up.

"That..." The servant hesitated to say: "Because the grandfather has an accident, everyone is in the hospital, so there is no car at home."

Unlike Han Qilu, the Jiang family has seven or eight cars per person. The Jiang family has strict rules, and naturally each household has only one or two cars.

"It's okay, I can go to the subway." She smiled calmly. Anyway, she planned to do the subway by herself from the beginning, and it was easy to get stuck in traffic.

When the servant heard this, he said anxiously: "Well, if you take the subway, if you are photographed and posted online, you will be said to be bullying by the Jiang family."

"But, no one would know me?" An Chuxia frowned. If this is City A, more people might know her, but this is the imperial capital. Who would recognize her as a small person?

"Little grandma, take a look at this." Another servant handed a morning paper.

The morning paper is a big picture, which occupies a full page. It is a picture of her cutting a cake with Han Qilu! In the Prosperity KTV!

No wonder the servants have such scruples. There is a morning newspaper on the subway, and everyone will recognize her immediately after comparing them.

"Then... Am I unable to go today?" Without a car and no public transportation, she seemed destined to stay at Jiang's house today, alone.

The servant hesitated and said: "It's not impossible..."

Ten minutes later.

On the back of a tricycle, the girl in a white skirt is wearing an orange-red safety helmet on her head.

"Uncle Zhang, are you sure you are alright?" An Chuxia couldn't help asking.

"Your body is only ninety catties. I usually run around with a few hundred catties of rice! You, grab the handrails and wait for me to safely deliver you to your destination. "Uncle Zhang, whose hair is already mixed with white hair, said enthusiastically.

The question is, can this kind of non-motorized vehicle really reach its destination safely?

In one hour.

"Trouble you, Uncle Zhang." An Chuxia jumped off the tricycle: "I'll take you to drink something."

She was really sorry to let someone of this age carry her so far.

Uncle Zhang doesn’t seem to be tired at all. When he heard what she said, he waved his hand and refused: “How can this be done, there is a difference between inferiority and inferiority, little grandma, don’t make me embarrassed, I will go back now. I have to go to the farmer's shop to bring fresh vegetables back."

Seeing his resolute expression, An Chuxia didn't insist anymore, just let him stand in place and wait for a while.

Uncle Zhang was puzzled, An Chuxia ran out of a store, holding a bottle of ice mineral water in his hand and handing it over: "Uncle Zhang, here is this for you."

Uncle Zhang was stunned for a moment. The Jiang family’s big business is so great that they will not be stingy in rewarding the servants. But at this moment, facing a bottle of mineral water, he felt warm from the bottom of his heart.

"Thank you, little grandma." He smiled gratefully, took the mineral water, and rode away on a tricycle.

There has been enough time delay along the way, and she stopped staying any more, and walked quickly to the gate of University A. There was no one in the bedroom, but Ding Mengyuan's bedding was neatly folded, and he had obviously returned to clean up.

She opened the cabinet, took out the thin quilt and hung it on the balcony to bask in the sun. As soon as it was done, Han Qilu's phone came in.

"Why don't you wait for me?" When he opened his mouth, he asked in a ***, like questioning the prisoner.

An Chuxia frowned: "I thought you couldn't come back."

"Then you won't call me and ask me?" Han Qilu's tone was even worse, and the young master's temper returned.

An Chuxia patted the quilt, smoothing the wrinkles on the quilt, and said: "I don't know when to call you. By the way, how is the person? Did you wake up?"

There was silence for a few seconds, seeming to suppress anger.

"Han Qilu?" An Chuxia paused in confusion, why suddenly there was no sound? Is it Jiang Shisan...

"An Chuxia, why are you still worried about my grandfather at this time? Can't you tell that I am angry?" An angry voice sounded.

"

It's over, the prince's disease is in the late stage.

Of course a life is more important than his anger!

Of course, she dare not say these words.

However, if Han Qilu said so, Jiang Shisan must be fine.

When she breathed a sigh of relief, she smiled: "Don't be angry, the eldest master, the adults don't remember the villain's fault, forgive me this time."

I seemed even more angry when I heard these words over there: "An Chuxia, I didn't **** joking with you! This young master is very nasty right now! You actually sneaked out to play without telling me! You will be lawless as soon as you get the certificate. Right?"

"She was full of black lines: "Then what do you want? "

"Get me back right away!" Han Qilu's voice was cold and commanding.

An Chuxia is not a **** either, she is also annoyed: "I finally got here, I haven't started packing things yet!"

"Then you just won't come back, are you?" Han Qilu's voice became cold again.

She remained silent, but the silence said everything.

"If you don't come back, don't come back!" Han Qilu almost yelled these words, and fools could hear that he was extremely angry.

People's patience is limited, and An Chuxia's temper has also risen, and he shouted at the phone: "If you don't come back, you won't come back! Do you think I am willing to go back?!"

After shouting, no matter what response Han Qilu might have, the call was cut off.

She was lying on the railing, and the crowd below grew more and more, all of them came back early to organize things.

"Asshole!" After a long time, she cursed in a low voice and turned back to the room to pack up other things.

Actually, there is nothing to clean up, but she deliberately found a lot of things to do so as not to be upset when she stops.

"I'm going! Early summer! Did you hire Auntie Cleaning?!"

She was scrubbing the wall of the bathroom, Ding Mengyuan's voice came in from the outside, her tone was full of surprise.

"What auntie! I did it!" An Chuxia put the rag away and went out: "You take out the garbage, I will drag it again."

Ding Meng was stunned for a moment: "You did it? I thought Auntie Cleaning."

Speaking, she picked up the trash bag on the ground, walked a few steps, and then suddenly returned: "Early summer, did something happen? You quarreled with the male god?"

"

Seeing that she was not talking, Ding Mengyuan chuckled a little: "Look at this place, it can be used as a mirror, so stop tossing and tell me what's going on. This great **** will help you! "

An Chuxia squeezed a dry smile: "Thank you! No need!"

"I really guessed it right?" Ding Mengyuan threw away the trash: "Quickly tell me what is going on."

Ding Mengyuan has more gossip cells than her white blood cells.

She was having a headache. How to explain, the phone rang, and she avoided Ding Mengyuan's question on the excuse of something.

When she turned on the phone, she saw that there were a dozen missed calls, all from Han Qilu. And just now the phone rang, it was Han Qilu who sent a text message.