Chapter 22: 【22】

If Xiang Mankui were to choose one more time, would she choose to spend a beautiful exotic time in the prosperous country of the United States again, or would she choose to stay with Han Qilu when the Han family was the most difficult time?
Even Xiang Mankui didn't know this question.
Jiang Yuanyuan and Han Liuhai are going to attend a meeting, and there will be a banquet after the meeting, so naturally they won't come back to eat at noon. After An Chuxia returned to her room, the first thing she did when she turned on the computer was to write a manuscript.
She wants to make the heroine stronger, can't give up, can't be weak, can't despair!
Facts have proved that writing this manuscript is really a chore. She has the writing. Since she has read a lot of books since she was a child, the narration of the story will not go wrong, but one thing she can't help is that it is easy to make mistakes. Finally, I wrote a chapter and published it. The readers were very happy to see the update. Various comments that continued to urge the update came out, and An Chuxia was full of emotions.
But the heart is surging, and when she wants to calm down again and continue to write, but when she writes a few crosses, she pours a glass of water to drink, drank the water and looked at the scenery on the balcony for a while, and came back to continue writing , But accidentally started to read Weibo.
She knows this is not good, but she can't concentrate for a long time and focus on writing novels. After finally calming down, the previous inspiration disappeared.
So she thought of Han Qilu. Her novel "Master Devil Do Not Kiss Me" was written based on her and Han Qilu. Since she didn't know what to write, she went to Han Qilu's room to drop by.
Well, actually she just wanted to see what Han Qilu was doing. Deliberately find a good-sounding reason to knock on Han Qilu's door next door.
"Who?" Han Qilu wrapped a bath towel on his lower body, opened the door with one hand, and continued to wipe his hair with the towel with the other hand. His mermaid line descends along the lower abdomen, and water drops are sliding all the way down the collarbone, sliding to the edge of the bath towel, fascinating. After seeing that the person knocking on the door was An Chuxia, doubts flashed in his eyes.
It turned out he was taking a shower.
Feeling a little embarrassed, An Chuxia stepped back to the corridor: "I'm sorry, I didn't know you were taking a shower."
Han Qilu raised his eyebrows, his expression invisible: "I've washed my hair, and I'm blowing my hair. By the way, don't you change clothes to dry after getting in the rain? Look at your hair, it's still not dry. "
Having said that, Han Qilu stretched out his hand, trying to pinch how wet Anchuxia’s hair was. Although the temperature was high in summer, it was a rainy day and it was relatively humid. The hair that had been rained in the rain before the early summer was not dry, and it felt kind to the touch. Wet feeling.
After retracting his hand, Han Qilu frowned slightly and said, "Aren't you afraid of catching a cold like this?"
"No, it's cool, it's quite comfortable." An Chuxia said with a smile. For a moment she felt that the two of them had returned to the past, which made her more confident in her future life.
What is Xiang Mankui? Just a sunflower! Who is she in early summer, but early summer, summer! N many flowers!
"When I have a cold and I will be hospitalized, do you still want my mother to run around to deliver you food?" Han Qilu said with a slight accusation, "Can you save others snacks?"
He is the one who can't make others worry about it? I don’t even know the rules that supermarkets have to pay before eating. An Chuxia slandered a few words in her heart, with a stiff smile on her face: "I see, I will go back and dry my hair."
An Chuxia dared to turn around, her right arm was pulled by Han Qilu, and the whole person was directly pulled in by Han Qilu. She looked very surprised: "What...what?"
"I'll dry it for you." Han Qilu confided in An Chuxia, and took the hair dryer plugged in to help An Chuxia blow her hair. After letting down the ball-shaped hair, Han Qilu quickly avoided sight when looking at An Chuxia in the mirror.
When did he start to see An Chuxia unconsciously.
Although the hair dryer was on the cold wind, An Chuxia felt warm. At this time, Han Qilu should treat her as a younger sister, so he is so careful with her, right? But she will not give up!
An Chuxia's hair is soft, probably because it is never perm or dyed, and it is naturally good-quality, so no matter it touches or looks, it has a fluffy feeling, like the top of a kitten's head.
Rubbing An Chuxia's hair, Han Qilu snapped his fingers decisively, "Okay!"
"Thank you." An Chuxia said with a bad idea in her heart, turned around and walked up on her tiptoe, and kissed Han Qilu's mouth.
It's better to say "pro" as "touch", but it was just that An Chuxia touched the corner of his mouth, and he felt his heart beating extremely violently. This is what Xiang Mankui couldn't give him during this period of time. Strong emotions.
"Why? Sister kisses brother, you won't be angry?" An Chuxia's mouth curled slightly, she was very happy that Han Qilu had that kind of dazed reaction, which was exactly the same as his expression at the time after he took the initiative to kiss Han Qilu. .
Does this mean that Han Qilu actually called the "just met" himself?
"Master." The servant came to Han Qilu's door and saw An Chuxia in Han Qilu's room, and Han Qilu only approved a bath towel all over his body. He couldn't help but crooked his face and said, "Young grandma is there too."
This is not the first time that the name of the young lady, Han Qilu, has heard someone call her that, but he did not say anything to stop him, although he could not figure out why.
"What's the matter?" Han Qilu unplugged and rolled up the wire on the hair dryer.
"I wanted to ask you to go down for dinner, but since you are busy, let's go on later, and I will heat it up again in a while." The servant has not dared to look up at An Chuxia and the others, for fear of seeing something undesirable. thing.
An Chuxia hurriedly said, "No, we will go down immediately."
"Okay." Upon hearing the response, the servant breathed a sigh of relief, and left as if to escape.
Seeing the servant hurriedly leave, An Chuxia felt embarrassed. She retracted her gaze to look at Han Qilu and said, "She seems to have misunderstood something..."
What Ling An Chuxia didn't expect was that Han Qilu actually put his hand on the bath towel, and then raised his hand, even throwing the entire bath towel aside. Reflexively, An Chuxia stretched out his hand to cover his eyes, and screamed "Ah--" accordingly.
But after a long while there was no sound, she slowly let go of her hand, only to see that Han Qilu was wearing a small inner inner wall, no wonder so resolutely, resolutely, and indignantly, she lifted the bath towel, turned out to be teasing her!
"You... trick me!" An Chuxia's smiling face flushed red, her small face resembling a half-ripe little apple, her sour and sweet.
But this time she really thought too much. Han Qilu just wanted to unwrap the bath towel and then put on the pants. As a result, she wanted to scream. Finally, after discovering that he was wearing a small inner inner wall, he said he was playing with her. What a grievance!
But he didn't feel a bit depressed in his heart, on the contrary, he was so happy that he couldn't help but want to tease An Chuxia.
"Fuck you?" Han Qilu approached An Chuxia step by step, walking slowly and forcefully, until he forced An Chuxia to the corner.
I heard that girls have a dream of being forced to kiss by a handsome guy on the wall, and then struggling hard, but it is said that 100% of girls will not be struggling at that time, I don't know if it is true.
"Fucking you?" Han Qilu put a hand on the wall and approached An Chuxia and said, "I just threw a bath towel. Where did I fool you? It's the impure thoughts in your own head? Huh? Tell me, I just thought what I wanted to do."
"I'm not impure!" An Chuxia greeted Han Qilu's eyes, her face was warm and angry: "I just thought you weren't wearing it!"
Seeing An Chuxia's small lips opened and closed, Han Qilu's Adam's apple moved up and down. Has he kissed this lip before? I don't know what it feels like.
His movements were a step faster than his thoughts, and in the next second he put his other hand on An Chuxia's left shoulder, lowered his head and kissed gently. Her lips are slightly dry, but they are extremely smooth. Her lip wrinkles are few. She doesn't know how many boys will be charmed by wearing glamorous lipstick.
Han Qi hired his cold lips to press on An Chuxia's lips, stretched out the tip of his tongue to draw circles on An Chuxia's lips, and then slowly slipped in. The tip of his tongue touched the tip of An Chuxia's, and he only felt a strange current flashing through his body, causing his heartbeat to speed up again.
An Chuxia came to realize that she was strongly kissed by Han Qilu! In the past, Han Qilu always kissed her forcibly, but now when there is another girl in his heart, he even kisses herself forcibly.
She didn't feel much happy at this time, but her head was full of anger. She used one of her hands to force Han Qilu back a few steps unexpectedly.
After seeing the dissatisfaction on An Chuxia's face, Han Qilu knew that he could not control him damnably, and almost caused a catastrophe! If Xiang Mankui knew this, he didn't know what would happen.
In order to make a round, Han Qilu raised his thin lips and said, "Brother kissed my sister. Is my sister still angry?"
He followed the tone of An Chuxia teasing himself, and saw that An Chuxia's face eased, he turned his face and snorted: "Who is angry! Put on your pants!"
An Chuxia ran out of the room as she said, her black headband was still in Han Qilu's hand, reflecting a bright light.
"What's wrong with me?" Han Qilu reached out and held his forehead, already clearly telling himself that An Chuxia was only once, but he still wanted to...
Sure enough, is he a person who is unfaithful to girls?
Do not! He doesn't want to be such a person!
"Damn it!" Han Qilu cursed and warned himself: "Han Qilu, you have a bit of conscience, okay? Don't harm other girls again!"
On the other side, he quickly ran down the stairs all the way to the dining table, but did not sit down beside the chair, with a very complicated expression on his face.