Chapter 671: Catch me, then make up

Meng Xiaonan was taken aback. She reacted slowly. After slowly digesting what An Chuxia had said, she slapped her head: "Is there any complicity who has enemies with me? The two hit it off. That person, wouldn't it be Xu Niannian? "
"No." An Chuxia shook her head: "It won't be her. The two of us are together. Targeting you is equal to targeting me. It's just that you can't think of a way to target me. You just don't know anything, and I will accompany her to act. ."
As soon as An Chuxia's stubbornness came up, Meng Xiaonan knew that he could only obey.
After checking out, An Chuxia found that Han Qilu had been standing by the side of the road waiting for her after walking out of the cafe.
The two of them sat for a while after Zhao Ying left, since they could not come in and waited at the door. The surprise in An Chuxia's eyes is clear.
"I don't want to go in, there are many people with mixed eyes." Han Qilu explained her surprise after seeing her surprise.
"There are more people outside, young master." An Chuxia did not forget to run.
"You young couple argue slowly, I'll go to the opposite supermarket to buy something, don't wait for me." Meng Xiaonan said, before An Chuxia answered, 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 along the road.
An Chuxia saw the car parked not far from the coffee shop, which Han Qilu usually drives. 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 or look 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 solemnly: "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 so."
Her footsteps didn't stop, Han Qilu followed a few steps, and pulled An Chuxia's arm and said: "Yes, that's how she felt at the beginning, but now!"
But now...
An Chuxia held his 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 a second, Han Qilu left her forehead, looked into 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 deserve it. I, An Chuxia, are worthy of it."
She should never forget this sentence, right?
Han Qilu was not the one who would tell her this kind of lie, he had no need to tell her a lie. An Chuxia nodded: "Let's go back."
Her voice was trembling, and her clenched hands were 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 Stellan, 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 and looked at her back, empty. Is she running too fast, or is Han Qilu too lazy to chase her?
and many more……
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 are you..." An Chuxia caught a glimpse of the intersection on the left sidewalk, and suddenly realized that he was taking a shortcut.
The moment 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.
"I want to ask you something!" Han Qilu frowned, his stinky temper was already coming up: "You won't regret it? Let me tell you, the man next to the stall heard what you said."
"Repentance?" An Chuxia's little heart thumped, 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 was speechless.
After a while, Han Qilu calmed down, stretched out her hand, and then put a pattern on her palm.
Because she started helping 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, but he just liked An Chuxia's hands!
An Chuxia laughed "poof" and said in a stimulating manner: "How old is a man, and he still plays the game of drawing a heart on the palm of his hand!"
Han Qilu's eyes revealed a little confusion: "It turns out that there is also an age limit for doing this? Which law stipulates, eh?"
Of course there is no law like this. 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?"