Master Devil Don’t Kiss Me: [404] A little farther away from Nangongzi

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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 this person likes to kill at night, and the methods of killing are very cruel, just like death. Therefore, everyone calls him nigga.

Han Qilu naturally knew **** too, but in his cognition, **** should be a person 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 shock.

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

An Chuxia sighed helplessly: "Both of them are not three-year-olds anymore, and they are still like children. It is not shameful. Go and deal with the wounds on your face, so as not to lose the appearance."

Seeing that An Chuxia did not follow up any further questions, Xiao Mingluo hurriedly talked about Ling Hanyu who was standing 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 the big wild expeditions by then.

As soon as the voice fell, the two of them ran away. Helpless, An Chuxia glanced at Han Qilu, raising her leg to leave. But just as soon as she took a step away, Han Qilu pulled her elbow forcefully: "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.

"Don't!" 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 under his eyes: "I'm almost exhausted. I've 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, always trying to get away from his arm, but never got away. 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 off and drive the door, it was discovered that the door had been locked by Han Qilu.

Just as I was 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 say "no" to her at all. s right.

"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, the pale yellow interior light gently enveloped An Chuxia's profile. Her eyes were very sincere, and no one could doubt it.

He certainly believes.

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