Master Devil Don’t Kiss Me

"Yeah." Nangongzi nodded nonchalantly, seeing no emotion.

An Chuxia got up, reached out and patted Nangong Zifei's shoulder, turned and walked out of the ward. I only felt that there was a gaze behind her that was staring at her, so he quickened his pace, but did not forget to gently close the door of the ward.

"Huh? Sister-in-law? Are you coming out so soon?" Dahu's eyes flashed with an uncontrollable panic. He had been secretly hiding at the door of the ward just now, eavesdropping, but the door of the intensive care unit of this hospital has a **** sound insulation function! He didn't even hear a word! On the contrary, he was almost caught by An Chuxia.

"Yeah." An Chuxia nodded, and was too lazy to refute the appellation issue with Dahu.

Lifting his foot just took a step, the big tiger who was about to open and enter the ward suddenly caught up again, and took An Chuxia's elbow: "Sister-in-law, I think about it, and you are the only person who can make my boss so abnormal. Did you say something to the boss yesterday?"

"What do you mean?" An Chuxia was puzzled. Could it be that Nangongzi's injury has something to do with her?

"It's nothing." Seeing An Chuxia's confused look, Dahu didn't say anything about that topic: "I hope you can treat the boss well, and we will definitely not treat you badly. But... Sister-in-law, if the boss goes back I am in danger because of you, and I will take care of everything myself."

An Chuxia blinked, clearly seeing the killing intent in Dahu's eyes. She couldn't help but shudder, she bit her lower lip and said, "Dahu, what do you mean by this?"

"You are a wise man, of course you know what I mean by this vulgar person. Don't give it away." Dahu turned and left.

Looking at the long hospital corridor, An Chuxia scratched his head in annoyance. This big tiger is really nervous, I really think there is something between Nangong Zifei and her...

Shaking her head, she walked out of the hospital weakly. As soon as I walked out of the gate, I saw Han Qilu frowning and smoking a cigarette against a wall. She curled her lips, and ran forward a few steps to grab the cigarette between Han Qilu's fingertips: "Hey-I told you, don't smoke."

"Is there?" Han Qilu shrugged, noncommittal: "Let's go."

Han Qilu walked forward first, his tall body just blocking the sunlight in front of her. Her nose suddenly sore and felt wronged.

"Hey—" An Chuxia ran after him and pulled down his sleeve: "Don't you ask him what he said to me?"

Han Qilu adjusted his stance, and the corner of his mouth curled up at An Chuxia, who was a head shorter than himself, and said, "Do I need to ask? What did he tell you, does it matter to me?"

"You..." An Chuxia was about to have an attack, but Han Qilu suddenly smiled and rubbed her head.

"Because I believe you, I don't ask. Do you understand?" His expression became serious, somehow, her anger was stubbornly extinguished by his smile.

Maybe they are both too dazzling people, so people passing by looked at them with all kinds of eyes. There is envy, doubt, whispering, jealousy...

"Let's go, you won't be able to make lunch if you don't leave." An Chuxia looked embarrassed, patted Han Qilu's hand on her head, and walked to the familiar car on the side of the road.

"Young grandma." Housekeeper Han got out of the passenger seat and called for the young woman to open the car door for An Chuxia: "I heard that the classmate had an accident and returned halfway. Is that classmate okay?"