Master Devil Don’t Kiss Me Chapter 537: Help him make up lessons 1

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"Then buy...a lighter? No, no, no, no, no, your dad is outside because someone else lights him up." Jiang Yuanyuan shook his head.

Of course, I can’t finish eating two family buckets, but An Chuxia suddenly remembered an idea when I ate the egg tart.

"Cake?" Jiang Yuanyuan had a headache: "I can't do this."

"What are you afraid of? There is me!" An Chuxia explained in Jiang Yuanyuan's suspicious eyes: "I used to work in a cake shop during summer vacation. Even if I haven't eaten pork, I have seen pigs run away. I will help you, Mommy!"

The two finally negotiated to make a cake for Han Liuhai on the wedding anniversary. After eating KFC, there was nothing to sell, so they called directly and the driver came to pick it up.

It was already past two o'clock after the two returned home, and Han Qilu was shaking Domineering on the lawn. Ba Tian's rope was untied, and he was excited to play a frisbee game with Han Qilu that couldn't be simpler.

"That kid is good today." Jiang Yuanyuan muttered and walked to the villa.

Han Qilu called Man Kuiyou when he was resting in the room. After knowing that Han Liuhai had something to do with him, he didn’t say anything. He only said that he had socializing in the evening and he was going to buy some clothes and asked him if he wanted to accompany him. . Han Qilu naturally refused. Of course, he didn't know that An Chuxia had encountered Xiang Mankui.

An Chuxia hesitated for a while, but walked over, Ba Tian followed the flying disc and ran far away, while Han Qilu stood there waiting for Ba Tian to return.

"That..." An Chuxia's voice suddenly remembered, Han Qilu turned around quickly, and after touching An Chuxia's Liuli eyes, he turned away.

"Something?" He seemed to have returned to the state of not knowing An Chuxia.

"Butler Han said, you want us to go to a place in the evening, do you know?" Because the car was heated a little, the moisture on the lawn was too heavy, she couldn't help but hit A sneeze.

Batian hasn't returned yet, Han Qilu turned around again and looked at her.

"I know about this." While he was speaking, he took off his coat, raised his hand and threw it to An Chuxia: "Since you know there will be a banquet to accompany you in the evening, don't catch a cold at this joint. "

He looks like he's doing business, An Chuxia's eyes darkened, and he clenched his clothes tightly: "I know, then I'm leaving."

Jiang Yuanyuan was sitting on the sofa in the lobby drinking tea. There was a variety show on TV, which made her laugh. When An Chuxia came in with Han Qilu's coat in her hand, her face changed, and she sat upright and asked, "This dress...is Qilu for you?"

An Chuxia was silent for a while before saying: "He said that he should not catch a cold on the bones of the dinner party, so he gave me the coat."

Jiang Yuanyuan's hand holding the teacup stiffened slightly, and the tea flowed along the edge. She quickly stood up, and the maid next to her quickly handed over a tissue.

When everything was done, Jiang Yuanyuan raised her head and looked at An Chuxia with a smile and said, "That kid is a knife-mouthed tofu heart. Any dinner party is just an excuse. In fact, he cares about you. Look, my Qilu Your heart is actually on you."

Jiang Yuanyuan is in good mood as soon as Han Qilu is in "My Family Qilu", and when he is in a bad mood, he is called "Babies". This huge contrast complements her character.

A coat could not express anything. An Chuxia didn't show any happy expression on his face, but the hand holding the coat was tight.

"Then Mommy, I'll go up and change clothes." She was also uncomfortable wearing these tight leggings.

Jiang Yuanyuan watched An Chuxia go upstairs, put her teacup aside and raised her foot to walk outside.

At that time, Han Qilu had had enough fun with Batian, and after handing him over to a special breeder, he turned around and walked back, just in time for Jiang Yuanyuan who came out to look for him.

Jiang Yuanyuan was like a robber who blocked the road. She put her hands on her hips and said with an ugly expression: "You have lost a lot of homework these days. In the early summer, I asked her a tutor. The past lessons have been made up. , What about you?"

The wind was rustling next to him, and the sky above his head was gloomy. It was obvious that a heavy rain was coming. Han Qilu looked a little bad: "Learning doesn't mean everything."

This is what a typical adolescent person would say. Jiang Yuanyuan hated iron and steel and said: "You bastard, why don't you learn from others in early summer? Learning doesn't mean everything, but you learn everything. What else can you do if you don’t?"

"Oh." Han Qilu lost his patience and walked aside with his foot raised.

But why would Jiang Yuanyuan let him go like this? She also has her own calculations.

She stretched out her hand and pulled Han Qilu over, taking out the appearance of an elder, and said earnestly: "Mommy thinks that studying is a very important thing for you right now, so let's, since you don't like tutors, Then let Chuxia make up lessons for you. Although you are a sophomore in high school, there should not be a big gap in those Chinese subjects, so please ask Chuxia for advice."

"..." Han Qilu looked at Jiang Yuanyuan, how could he not guess what little abacus Jiang Yuanyuan had made in her heart, but after thinking about An Chuxia, he planned to endure the rejection.

"Why are you still stunned? Come with me, I have to let Xiao Chuxia teach you Chinese today. There are no Chinese who can't learn Chinese lessons." Jiang Yuanyuanqiang took Han Qilu to the villa.

In the beginning, Han Qilu was still a little reluctant, but when Jiang Yuanyuan called two servants to throw his Chinese textbooks to him, and drove him to and around An Chuxia’s door, he suddenly felt that Jiang Yuanyuan had done something rare. One thing that doesn't upset him.

"I will call you at dinner, don't let you come out." Jiang Yuanyuan left such a strong sentence, and left with two servants, leaving Han Qilu standing at the door of An Chuxia alone.

Should I go in or not? Han Qilu clenched the Chinese textbook in his hand and sighed secretly.

"Why are you still at the door?" Jiang Yuanyuan, who had left silently, suddenly turned back, looking at Han Qilu with a weird expression, and asked, "Aren't you afraid to knock on the door?"

Just kidding, he is not afraid of Han Qilutian, is he still afraid of this small door?

Just as he was about to sneer, Jiang Yuanyuan quickly reached out and knocked on the door for him.

"Hey—who made you knock on the door?" Han Qilu frowned, looking slightly unhappy.

Jiang Yuanyuan curled up her mouth and chuckled very cheaply: "I thought about it, it's better for me to tell Chuxia, what if she doesn't accept you as a student?"

"No?" Han Qilu frowned deeper: "Why not?"

There are very few men he is so handsome and suave, right?

Without waiting for Han Qilu to continue his narcissism, the door of the room has been pushed open, and An Chuxia, wearing a furry pajama suit, looked at the two of them suspiciously.

"Little Early Summer." Jiang Yuanyuan's smile deepened: "Mommy wants you to help me."

"What's the matter?" An Chuxia's eyes were full of doubts, and she stood up straight and asked with a straight face.

"It's this little bunny!" Jiang Yuanyuan grabbed Han Qilu's arm, and pulled Han Qilu in front of her, and said with a smile: "This guy is too poor in Chinese. He actually passed nine points on the test at the lowest point. Mommy knew Your Chinese is always good, so I want you to help him make up lessons."

"..." An Chuxia's face was slightly surprised. There are still very few people in this world who score nine points in the Chinese test... right?

Of course, what Jiang Yuanyuan said was not Huyou’an early summer. When Han Qilu was in the first year of high school, he actually got nine points on the test, and it was a composition point. Of course, he left the previous part empty, only multiple choice questions were done. . But what's cheating is that with ten multiple-choice questions, he actually didn't get one right.

"Hey--" Han Qilu looked at Jiang Yuanyuan displeasedly, annoyed that why she took this shameful thing as a show off to everyone.

The Chinese test scores nine points, which is not something to be proud of, especially in front of An Chuxia.

"Can it be done, Xiao Chuxia? Mommy knows that you are the best!" Jiang Yuanyuan asked with a smile while looking at An Chuxia with her aegyo skills.

"Okay, then." An Chuxia glanced at the language book in Han Qilu's hand. It was a textbook for the second year of high school, but the language was not particularly clear about age.

"Then mommy will leave him to you, you must teach him well! Then mommy will leave first!" Jiang Yuanyuan smiled and turned to leave, as if he was in a good mood.

Han Qilu stood at the door, the tall man standing blankly with a small Chinese textbook in his hand, rather strange.

An Chuxia looked up at the embarrassed Han Qilu, stepped back and said, "Come in."

She was calm, and Han Qilu stopped saying much, and raised his foot into the room. There are many shopping bags on An Chuxia’s bed, but they have not been opened yet. Han Qilu got interested and threw the Chinese textbook aside and walked over to the bed: "Do you buy anything for me when you go shopping?"

While asking, he opened one of the bags. Inside was a knit sweater in macaron color. Just looking at the color made people feel warm and suits her.

An Chuxia bent over to pick up the language book he had thrown aside, and reluctantly stepped forward and said, "Han Qilu, this is my room."

"This is my home." Han Qilu had a natural interface.

An Chuxia's expression stiffened, but in the end she didn't say anything.

He knew that he had said something wrong, put down the knitted sweater in his hand, rubbed his hands and said: "Sorry...I shouldn't move your things casually."

"It's okay." An Chuxia greeted him calmly: "This thing is also bought with your money, you have the right to touch it."

An Chuxia's speech is calm, but Han Qilu can hear that she is a little angry, and the anger is not small.

"I didn't mean that..." Han Qilu hurriedly explained.

"It's okay, I'm not angry." An Chuxia said against his will, and walked to the desk: "Come on, let's have class."