Chapter 520: She is protected by me 1

"You just woke up and walked around, what can you do if something happens later? Go back to the ward and take a good rest." An Chuxia said a little anxiously, put down the pen in her hand and persuaded Han Qilu.
Her eyes were full of worries, making Han Qilu's heart clenched tightly, even frowning slightly.
Seeing the way he frowned, An Chuxia thought Han Qilu was angry, so she turned her head slightly and moved her lips for a while before she said, "Follow you too."
Han Qilu walked to the bedside of An Chuxia a few steps, reached out his hand and hooked An Chuxia's chin, staring at An Chuxia scorchingly, as if to see her out of a hole.
This woman, really, do you like it that much?
Even if you lose your memory or forget her, you won't find her annoying.
"An Chuxia, what's your good point?" Han Qilu suddenly asked.
An Chuxia was confused, but she didn't like Han Qilu looking at her with this kind of eyes. That kind of look is too complicated, and there is even a little pity in it, she doesn't need mercy, she doesn't need anyone's mercy!
At this moment, her idea of ​​moving out of the Han family suddenly popped out.
The stronger the force on the chin, because of the pain, An Chuxia subconsciously retreated, and pushed away Han Qilu's hand: "I am not good anywhere! I think you are very empty right now, why don't you call Xiang Mankui to accompany you? "
Suddenly, Han Qilu was inexplicably irritable.
"Do you want me to ask her to come with me?" Han Qilu clenched his fists tightly, but An Chuxia couldn't see it at all because his hands were placed behind him.
Hope? Of course not!
But what can she do? All she can do is wait! As someone said to her, taking the initiative at this time can only exchange Han Qilu's disgust!
Thinking like this in my heart, he said something else: "Isn't it just natural for a girlfriend to be with her boyfriend?"
Han Qilu's clenched fist tightened again: "I remember that I haven't broken up with you yet?"
An Chuxia's light brown pupils shrank suddenly.
What he said to her that day is still vivid, stabbing her chest for a while.
"Han Qilu, I don't want to fight with you." In the end, An Chuxia just said such a sentence, then lay back on the bed, covered her head with a pure white quilt, and muffled a word from the bed. : "I'm sleepy, I won't give it away!"
This was obviously to see off the guests. Han Qilu turned around fiercely, leaving a sentence of "This is what you said", and he walked away quickly. It wasn't until the sound of the door being closed that the ward sounded that An Chuxia's head moved, pulling down the quilt with his hand, revealing only a pair of eyes.
Han Qilu had left, the ward was empty, and the huge ward looked even more empty.
She narrowed her eyes slightly, and it was already misty.
"Master Qilu, I was looking for you just now, so I was here." At the corner at the end of the corridor, Han Qilu was staring at the scenery outside the window in a daze. Now those media have been gradually suppressed, so don't worry too much about media creation at this time.
The doctor in a white coat smiled and continued: "The VIP channel has been opened for you. Now you can go for a brain system check. If there are no major problems, you can leave the hospital after another two or three days of observation. ."
Han Qilu subconsciously asked, "What about her?"
The doctor's eyes rolled around, thinking that Han Qilu's "she" should refer to An Chuxia, and he quickly replied: "In fact, Miss Chuxia can be discharged from the hospital now. According to her current foot injury, there should be nothing. It's a big problem. But Madam Han insists on letting Miss Chuxia be discharged from the hospital with you, so we..."
The doctor didn't say the following. Of course Han Qilu knew that Jiang Yuanyuan had spared no effort to match him with An Chuxia.
Fragmentary memories came again, and behind a pile of tents, there was a girl standing opposite him. That figure is too familiar, except for An Chuxia...
"Master Qilu?" The doctor looked at Han Qilu and closed his eyes. He hesitated and shouted, "Are you okay?"
"It's okay." The clip was interrupted, and he wanted to put it together again but couldn't fall into the memory again.
People with amnesia know that it is a thing of the past, but they still want to retrieve the lost memory. He is no exception. It seems that it is time for him to get a good understanding of what happened to the lost memory.
"Let's go." Han Qilu's eyes have become clear.
The pigeons in front of Big Ben flew back to their dens one by one. A rush of footsteps from far and near, alarmed a few pigeons that had not yet returned to the nest.
"Eh, you run slower!" Liu Dongyu chased the cute boy closely, but he just finished the one-kilometer run in the last class today, and he really couldn't catch up with the energetic cute boy.
"Just wait for me there, don't follow!" Meng Xiaonan said loudly as he ran.
She forgot to bring her phone home and left it in the drawer.
At that time, there were no people on the campus, except for a few students in the library, reading fascinatingly, and there were obviously people in other places.
Finally ran upstairs, Meng Xiaoman felt tired no matter how strong he was. After running up the last step, she bent down halfway, propped her knees with her hands, and panted "whooping".
The breathing gradually subsided, and her ears seemed to be moving not far away. And that voice seemed to come from her class!
Since there are often security patrols in the Stilan Academy, there is no need to worry about anyone entering the class if the door is not closed, but generally there will be no people in the class at this time. Unless something is left in the classroom like her.
After experiencing the abandoned warehouse, Meng Xiaonan also began to become a little cautious. She adjusted her breathing, so that the original heavy breathing became almost inaudible, and then she walked, and the cat walked toward her.
The closer she is, the more sure she is that a thief is in the footsteps.
The students in Stellan School are either rich or expensive. Needless to say, breaking into this place to steal things, they will surely steal good things! It is said that people are poor and aspiring to be poor. She had been poor before, but she would never do things like stealing when she was poor.
"Look, I won't catch you!" Meng Xiaonan whispered to himself, and then walked to the door of the classroom.
She poked out her head slightly and looked inside. As the saying goes, she knows her enemy and knows her enemies, and she must figure out the strength of the opponent before she starts!
However, I never expected that the thief in my heart was the group of Xu Niannian! The group of people were laughing and standing in front of Meng Xiaonan's seat.
"It's disgusting, sister Niannian, are you sure you want to do this? What if that Jiangnan scares you of a heart attack?" a girl with two braids said half-jokingly and half-seriously.
Xu Niannian looked at the plastic bag she was carrying, and said coldly, "I hope she was scared to death! Stop talking nonsense, and help!"
"It's disgusting, I don't want to touch it!" Another girl with a big wave shook her head desperately, and stepped back: "People are most afraid of this kind of thing!"
"I don't want to touch it either, it's super scary!" The two girls with braids also shook their heads like a rattle.
"Coward!" Xu Niannian took a sip, holding the plastic bag, and the other hand opened Meng Xiaonan's pencil case. Although Xu Niannian spit on the two girls, when she tried to do it herself, she was also nervous.
The soft creature in the plastic bag was twisting his slender body enchantingly, and even the stomach and intestines of the three people kept turning over. Forcibly resisting the urge to vomit, Xu Niannian picked up the other end of the bag and removed the narcissistic creature from the bag, letting it slide along the plastic bag into the cute boy's pencil case.
Xu Niannian trembling hands quickly pulled the zipper in the pencil case, and then he let out a sigh of relief.
"Wow, sister Niannian, you are amazing!" The two girls with braids looked at Xu Niannian with admiration.
The big wave curled girl swallowed fiercely and said, "Wait until tomorrow morning, will that thing die?"
"It doesn't make much difference between life and death!" Xu Niannian's eyes showed cold light: "I want to see how the cute boy will react."
The cute young man standing at the door listening intently curled his mouth in disdain, thinking, he is a high school student anyway, and playing this kind of tricky game for elementary school students should really praise her innocence.
Thinking like this in my heart, Meng Xiaonan can no longer stand anymore, so he made an appointment with Liu Dongyu to see Chu Xia again, so he can't waste time here anymore.
In her mind, she stood up straight and strode to the front door. When he touched the three people, his eyes flickered, and then he showed a look of surprise: "Huh? Why are you here? Isn't it trying to steal things from our class? Xu Niannian."
The three of them were all stunned when they heard the sound, and when they turned around and realized that it was a cute boy, the two girls were a little surprised. But Xu Niannian couldn't hide her joy with her eyes full.
The opening of this scene seems to be ahead of schedule.
"I just stopped by to see if you are still in the class." With a smile at the corner of her mouth, Xu Niannian raised her volume and said, "We really have fate, what do you think?"
She liked Han Qilu, and An Chuxia was her thorny eye at the time. Now she is in love with Xiao Mingluo, so now Meng Xiaonan is her thorn in the flesh. Since there are thorns in the flesh, they naturally need to be removed!
"I don't think it's a good thing to have fate with you." Meng Xiaonan walked to the three people, smashed the one in front of him, walked to his seat, and turned his head in the drawer.
After a while, I pulled out a mobile phone, took off my schoolbag and put it in.
Seeing that she didn't seem to have any plans to move the pencil case, Xu Niannian felt a little anxious. If this person is impatient, his IQ tends to drop. She subconsciously yelled: "Aren't you taking your pencil case home?"