Master Devil Don’t Kiss Me Chapter 671: Catch up with me, then make up.

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Meng Xiaonan was taken aback. She reacted slowly. After slowly digesting what An Chuxia had said, she patted her head: "Is there any complicity who has enemies with me? Two people hit it off. That person, wouldn't it be? Xu Niannian, right?"

"No." An Chuxia shook his head: "It won't be her. We two are together. Targeting you is equal to targeting me. It's just that you can't think of a way to target me for a while. You don't know anything, and I will accompany She goes on acting."

As soon as An Chuxia's stubbornness came up, Meng Xiaonan knew that he could only obey.

After checking out, after walking out of the cafe, An Chuxia found that Han Qilu had been standing by the roadside waiting for her.

The two people sat for a while after Zhao Ying left. Since they could not come in, they stood at the door and waited. The surprise in An Chuxia's eyes is unobstructed.

"I don't want to go in, there are many people and eyes." Han Qilu explained her surprise when he saw her surprise.

"There are more people outside, young master." An Chuxia did not forget to run.

"You young couple, let's quarrel slowly. I'll go to the opposite supermarket to buy something and don't have to wait for me." Meng Xiaonan said, without waiting for An Chuxia's answer, he walked directly to the opposite small supermarket.

"Let's go back." Han Qilu suggested so, but without asking her answer, he put his arms around her shoulders and walked back in the direction of the road.

An Chuxia saw a car parked not far from the coffee shop. Han Qilu usually drives more well. Someone will naturally drive back in the car, and walking back to Stilan is only a temporary interest of the young master.

Inferiority complex suddenly spread again.

"Han Qilu." An Chuxia thought for a while, but still didn't push away the hand that was holding her shoulder.

Han Qilu did not answer, nor looked at him, just staring at the road ahead, but An Chuxia knew that he was listening carefully.

"Do you think I am not worthy of you?" An Chuxia said quietly, but she was sure Han Qilu could hear it.

Obviously, Han Qilu did hear it, he stopped, and looked at her with a surprised look: "An Chuxia, what did you just say?"

"You should have heard it." An Chuxia said seriously: "You should have felt this way? Yes, you think I came to your house to cheat money from the beginning."

She can't forget what Han Qilu said to her when he entered her room that day. He asked her to remember, and she really kept remembering to this day.

Of course Han Qilu didn't know what she was thinking. The surprise on his face quickly disappeared, replaced by a little bit of anger: "An Chuxia, what are you talking about?!"

An Chuxia ignored his anger, and said to herself: "That's it, you must feel that way."

Her footsteps did not stop, Han Qilu followed a few steps, and pulled An Chuxia's arm and said: "Yes, I felt that way at the beginning, but now!"

But now...

An Chuxia held her breath and waited for Han Qilu to continue.

However, what was waiting was a sudden kiss. Although it just landed on her forehead, like a dragonfly, it made her breathe.

In just one second, Han Qilu left her forehead, looked at her eyes quietly and said: "An Chuxia, I don't want to hear you look down on yourself so much, and I don't want you to think like this in my heart. You It's good for me. An early summer, it's good for me."

She should never forget this sentence, right?

Han Qilu is not the one who tells her this kind of lie, he has no need to tell her a lie. An Chuxia nodded: "Let's go back."

Her voice is trembling, her clenched hands are distinct.

She took the lead, walking in the wind with a small body, like a female knight. Han Qilu couldn't help but move. He stood there and said loudly: "An Chuxia, stay with me!"

An Chuxia's footsteps froze, and he placed it on the spot again, turning his head to look at Han Qilu.

He has broad shoulders, and a fallen leaf is lying there quietly.

"Okay!" An Chuxia raised her eyebrows: "Before Stilan, if you chase me, we will be together!"

Han Qilu hadn't reacted yet, An Chuxia had already ran away. When he reacted, the middle-aged man on the sidewalk pointed in a direction and said: "That is a shortcut."

Han Qilu's eyes lit up, and he thanked the middle-aged man. He thanked many people, only this time he bowed to each other.

An Chuxia, who had already ran away, looked back at her back, and she was empty. Is she running too fast, or is Han Qilu too lazy to chase her?

Wait...

An Chuxia stopped and patted her head severely: "He has a car!"

No matter how many roads are left behind, Han Qilu stepped on the engine. Isn't it a matter of minutes to catch her?

"An early summer."

However, Han Qilu's voice rang from behind her.

An Chuxia's whole body shook suddenly. Hearing this sound at this time was really mixed. She turned around, and Han Qilu was leaning against a maple tree with almost fallen leaves, with a cigarette in one hand and a trouser pocket in the other, a handsome little ruffian.

"When did you..." An Chuxia caught a glimpse of the intersection of the sidewalk on the left, and suddenly understood that he was taking a shortcut.

As soon as she looked away, Han Qilu stood up straight, and walked to her in a few steps: "Student An Chuxia, would you like to bet?"

An Chuxia looked at Han Qilu's face. This guy is really the best-looking person she has ever seen. It's just that this temper is too ugly.

"What do you want to say!" Han Qilu frowned, his stinky temper was already coming up: "You won't regret it? Let me tell you, the person who set up the stall next to you heard what you said."

"Repent?" An Chuxia's little heart throbbed, but said lightly on her face: "Han Qilu, I am not the kind of person who regrets!"

For a moment, Han Qilu found that he could not speak.

For a while, Han Qilu calmed down, stretched out her hand, and then put a pattern on her palm.

Because she started to help her mother when she was very young, and often went out to work, An Chuxia's hands were not as tender as those rich girls, she had a lot of calluses on her hands, however, he just liked An Chuxia's hands!

An Chuxia smiled and said, "How old is a man, and I still play a game of drawing a heart on the palm of my hand!"

Han Qilu's eyes revealed a little confusion: "It turns out that there is an age limit for doing this? Which law stipulates, eh?"

Of course there is no such requirement by law. An Chuxia made a "cut" and walked in front of her own accord. But her hand was still being pulled by Han Qilu, and she had to stop after two steps.

She turned her head and looked at Han Qilu: "What do you keep watching me for?"