Master Devil Don’t Kiss Me Chapter 793: I am not hungry 1


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At this moment, the voices of several girls on the other road came.

"Don’t you think... Master Qilu treats girls a bit too much? Anyway, Xu Niannian is a girl, so she should be more gentle..."

"They..." As soon as Xiao Mingluo opened his mouth, he was tightly covered by the cute little man, and was dragged behind a tree to hide.

The cute boy made a silent motion, lowered his voice and said: "Hush—listen to what they are saying."

"I don't think so?" Another female voice came: "For my girlfriend, how can I manage so much? If you are An Chuxia, you have been bullied, if Master Qilu is polite Talking to Xu Niannian, this kind of boyfriend should be despised!"

"What you said seems to make sense...but Xu Niannian is really embarrassed this time. I want to go home and tell my parents to go!"

The cute little man shuddered suddenly, turned his head to look at Xiao Mingluo and asked nervously, "What? She is going to go out and say that this matter will be a big deal. Or should we stop her now?"

This time Xiao Mingluo shook his head: "No, I can stop this... How about so many eyes, can you stop them all? I hope Qilu's estimate is correct."

"But..." Meng Xiaonan asked hesitantly: "Does the Han family really have that much face?"

As soon as she finished asking her question, her head was poked. Xiao Mingluo smiled and said, "Not only you, but I even sweated Qilu. But now think about it...I underestimated it. It’s the Han family. Just like Qilu said, just wait and see."

The night sky of the city is always only a few scattered stars, not to mention that it is raining today and it is difficult to find a star in the sky.

As soon as he walked into the hall, Jiang Yuanyuan threw the wool in his hand and ran towards the door, picked up An Chuxia and said, "Little Chuxia! You are back! Let Mommy see the beauty... eh What about your evening dress? Why didn’t you wear it?"

An Chuxia scratched her head awkwardly and said: "In the car, I forgot to take it down."

"Oh!" Jiang Yuanyuan suddenly realized: "It's such a cold day, you must change back to your own clothes when you get out of your gym. So what about the photos? They must be taken, right? Mommy wants to release them. Show off in your circle of friends that I have such a beautiful baby girl..."

Han Qilu rolled his eyes, threw his coat to the waiting maid, and said, "Who is your daughter? Pay attention to the wording, she is not your daughter."

The gap between my daughter and my wife is huge!

"You want to control?!" Jiang Yuanyuan glared at Han Qilu sullenly, then turned to continue smiling and asked her for photos.

"Photo..." An Chuxia pursed her lips, a little at a loss.

"What's the matter?" Jiang Yuanyuan's doubts arose in her heart: "You didn't even take photos, did you?"

Han Qilu, who was stared fiercely by Jiang Yuanyuan, walked over again, took An Chuxia's hand and pulled her to his side, and said impatiently, "Old woman, can't you be quiet? She didn’t change the evening dress, I won’t let her change it!"

"What did you just call me? Old woman... Xiaochuxia, is Mommy very old... Wait, that's not the point!" Jiang Yuanyuan took a deep breath before continuing to ask: "Who were you just now? Didn't the dress change? Or did you not let her change it?"

Han Qilu just nodded, when Jiang Yuanyuan stood on tiptoe and knocked **** his head.

"Ah----" This knock was quite heavy, and Han Qilu shouted in pain, "Hey! What are you doing?!"

"What am I doing? Brat! What are you doing? Why don't you let my little early summer wear an evening dress? See if I won't kill you!" Jiang Yuanyuan was full of anger, and she returned I hope I can show off in the circle of friends!

Unexpectedly, it was all disturbed by the **** Han Qilu!

"Okay, okay! Don't be familiar with children, go back to the room and give me a squeeze. Today, I ran around to see the venue. After a busy day, my back is very sore." Han Liuhai walked over to finish the game at the right time.

When Jiang Yuanyuan heard Han Liuhai's back sour, she had to temporarily let Han Qilu go, and accompanied Han Liuhai to the building.

"It's boring." Han Qilu turned his head and glanced at her, a little embarrassed: "You should rest early."

It was night, and there was a whistling wind on the balcony, squeezing in from outside the glass door, like a female ghost crying sorrowfully, sounding quite scary.

An Chuxia washed and wrote a chapter of the novel, and after publication, she lay in bed and went to sleep. At the end of the day, really, it's really tiring.

However, after lying on the bed for a while, not only did he not fall asleep, he also sang a symphony in his stomach, and combined with the sound of the wind, there was a hint of funnyness.

"So hungry..." She touched her belly, and then remembered that she hadn't eaten dinner yet.

At first, I patronized Han Qilu to give food to Han Qilu, thinking that she could make a bowl of instant noodles after sending it. But then she went to the basketball club to change clothes, and later, she went straight back to the class.

Later, I thought there would be something to eat at the evening event, but I didn’t expect to drink in addition to drinking!

Hunger rushed like a wave, and she was so drowning that she was almost breathless. The feeling of hunger when you suddenly calm down is like a stomach piercing.

"No!" An Chuxia sat up abruptly, touched the phone next to the pillow to turn on the phone screen, wore slippers, and said to himself: "Go find something to eat!" /

If you don't eat something to cushion your belly, she is really afraid that she will be so hungry that her stomach will be pierced! This is no joke!

She walked to the door and opened it. She glanced left and right. The corridor was empty. She went out and walked down the stairs feeling the darkness.

Don't wake Mommy and them, it's a sin to affect their rest.

Thinking about this, she was more light-handed, finally stepped down the stairs and recognized the location of the kitchen in the dark, but kicked the wooden stool used for decoration.

"Hiss--" She took a breath, knelt down and rubbed for a long time before the pain disappeared.

When she came to the kitchen, she did not dare to turn on the light. If she was found by the maid, she would be embarrassed.

"There must be rice in the rice cooker..." She happily walked to the table of the electric rice cooker, reached out and opened the rice cooker: "Ah? It's empty... how could it be empty..."

Isn't Jiang Yuanyuan not eating at home tonight?

Forget it, it's not in the rice cooker, there must be food in the refrigerator!

With the faint light on the phone screen, she came to the huge refrigerator and opened the fresh-keeping floor.

"Ah...Why is it still empty?!" She couldn't help but sighed. Except for a lonely egg, it was all Jiaduobao!

In her eyes, the gorgeous Jiaduobao is a butcher knife to kill her!

Then she searched for other places again, and there was really nothing to eat!

God! Where is the law of heaven? ! A big kitchen, a kitchen about the same size as her previous home, there was nothing to eat!

"Is it...you want to fry that egg?" She lowered her head and touched her groaning belly. Even if the fried egg won't wake others to sleep, one egg might not be enough to cushion her belly.

"What are you doing?" A dull voice sounded. She was taken aback. She was about to shout, her mouth was covered, and the familiar smell on Han Qilu turned to the tip of her nose. The son was at ease.

"It's me." Han Qilu let go of the hand covering her mouth and put his hand on her shoulder.

"It's you... why are you walking without a sound?" She murmured, and removed Han Qilu's hand on her shoulder: "What are you doing down? Did I wake you up?"

"No." Han Qilu raised his wrist. The night vision meter showed that it was past 11 o'clock. He looked up and looked at her and asked again: "I'm not going to bed so late, what are you doing here?"

It’s not because of you that you didn’t buy food for yourself, so you have to come down to buy food in the middle of the night? An Chuxia said so in her heart.

It said: "It's just coming down to drink water. Why are you coming down so late if you don't sleep?"

"Drink water." Han Qilu said, raising the empty glass in his left hand, looking at her again, and asking suspiciously: "You drink water, why don't you want a glass? Do you drink tap water?"

Before she could answer, Han Qilu immediately said: "Tap water is also available in the bathroom in your room."

This series of words, like a machine gun, is quite uncomfortable!

An Chuxia glared at him, and as soon as he was about to step on his foot, Han Qilu moved away vigilantly, and she stepped on the air. It's okay if you just stepped on the air, but embarrassingly, at this moment, the stomach suddenly "gurgled" and rang.

The voice is very clear in the darkness.

Even if she couldn't see her face, An Chuxia knew that her face must be as red as a monkey's ass!

"Just now... it seems that something rang strangely." Han Qilu approached her, breathing on her face, a strange itch.

An Chuxia gave a dry cough, turned away, and the dead duck said stiffly: "What sound? Why didn't I hear it?"

"Guru..."

A voice rang again, as if to deliberately rectify her, now, how to explain it has been in vain.

What a shame! It's so ashamed that it can't be ashamed!

Just when she thought she was going to be laughed at by Han Qilu to death, Han Qilu grabbed her hand and said, "I'm not full? Why don't you ask the servant to make supper for you? An early summer, sometimes I really do it for you I am anxious."

He talked and pulled her out of the kitchen.

She quickly subconsciously asked: "Where are you taking me?"

"Call a servant." Han Qilu took it for granted.

"What kind of servant is it..." An Chuxia broke away from his hand and said angrily: "Do you think everyone is like us and haven't slept yet? At this point, they must all lie down and sleep. "

Han Qilu curled his lips and said: "That's it, wake them up."

An Chuxia immediately bent her hand and reached out and knocked on Han Qilu's head: "Can the young master be tempered? How am I embarrassed to trouble them anymore? Forget it, I'm not very hungry."


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