Master Devil Don’t Kiss Me

An Chuxia was taken aback for a moment, and Han Qilu's eyes widened like a fool. But he soon realized that Xiao Mingluo was deliberately talking nonsense to watch him play well.

Simply walked over and put a hand on An Chuxia's shoulder, and said with a disdainful tone like a ruffian: "What international joke are you making? She An Chuxia is just a maid from our Han family. What? When the young master is tired, he will kick her right away!"

Although this sentence did not speak loudly, it was like a knife, thrusting it into An Chuxia's heart one by one.

"Han Qilu!" She shook off Han Qilu's hand on her shoulder with a cold face: "You are just too much!"

Hearing, Han Qilu smiled instead of anger: "You are not our maid, or what? Okay...you are the savior of our old man, right?"

"You..." She didn't know how to refute now. Just pointing to him, the hand trembling constantly.

"Qilu!" Xiao Mingluo whispered. He realized that this question seemed excessive, and immediately felt sorry for An Chuxia.

Han Qilu looked at her look like she didn’t know how to fight back, and she couldn’t help laughing out loud: “An Chuxia, don’t think that if you pretend to be an angel face, my master won’t see your dirty heart. You and you That dead mother is as disgusting!"

"I don't allow you to say my mother!" She suddenly raised her head and walked over to beat Han Qilu hard.

I saw Han Qilu frowning and raising his hand to clasp her left wrist and lift it into the air. His tight jaw indicated that he was very angry now. This **** woman hit him again and again?

"So what? You're just a slut! Do you think I don't know? You don't even have a father. Who knows which wild man your mother was with to give birth to you? Huh?"

For An Chuxia, the harshest words in the world are nothing but this. When Han Qilu guarded her in the classroom, she still had the illusion that he was still kind. Only now did she understand that it really was an illusion. How could the devil be kind?

Hot tears were left along her perfect face, drop by drop just on Han Qilu's hand.

Seeing her crying, Han Qilu's hand suddenly let go. He didn't mean it, but who made her annoy him? It won't end well against him!

At the moment when Han Qilu's hand loosened a little, An Chuxia's hand broke free, raised it quickly and slapped Han Qilu hard again.

Ling Hanyu standing aside was completely stunned.

To be honest, he has been reading comics in the fourth music classroom from morning till now. So when Xiao Mingluo told him that a girl named An Chuxia slapped Han Qilu in the slap, he still held a dubious attitude.

Now he fully believes that there is indeed such a wonderful thing as An Chuxia who is not afraid of death.

"You can scold me, but please don't insult my mother!" Her brows were locked tightly with Han Qilu, and her clear eyes were filled with anger that could not be concealed.

Did he do something wrong? Han Qilu asked himself in his heart.

Only in that moment, he returned to the original him. He was not wrong, it was her An Chuxia that was wrong. As long as she says such a soft word or begging for mercy, he can let her go. But she still challenged his authority over and over again.

"You..." He was about to do it when Xiao Mingluo rushed over and pulled An Chuxia away.

"Qilu, don't do this, she is also a girl anyway."