Chapter 719: You won't be angry anymore

At this time she had completely woke up, looking at the face close at hand, she suddenly felt that Han Qilu was far away from her.
"Where have you been?" she asked as soon as she opened her mouth.
The moment she asked, a smell suddenly poured into her nose.
Her nerves tightened suddenly, and she repeatedly asked: "Where have you been?"
Why... the smell of blood? Is it her illusion?
Thinking of this, An Chuxia quickly wanted to stand up, she regretted not turning on the lights in the corridor.
Han Qilu prevented her from standing up, stretched out her hands to hold her hands, and then he sat on the ground himself and hugged her into his arms.
After several minutes, Han Qilu said, "I went to the hospital."
Going to the hospital... but also the smell of blood.
An Chuxia broke free from his embrace: "Are you stained with blood? Whose blood?"
Is it Xiang Mankui's or his? Why... there is blood?
Han Qilu patted her head, and pulled her into his arms, who had just stood up. An Chuxia only felt the strength in her hands, and she returned to Han Qilu's arms, and the smell in the nose became stronger.
She hated the smell, which reminded her of being behind the boulder that day when she saw him shot. That kind of fear, she didn't want to experience it for the third time in her life.
One time was the death of his mother and one time Han Qilu was shot.
"Xiang Mankui's." Han Qilu didn't intend to hide from her, and said honestly: "She called me, and then I felt something was wrong, so I went to her house. I didn't expect...she committed suicide."
An Chuxia trembled suddenly, and Xiang Mankui... committed suicide? !
It's impossible...how could a person so proud of Mankui commit suicide?
Wait, maybe... the more proud people are, the more despise their lives.
"How is she? Is she still in danger now?" An Chuxia hurriedly asked.
Han Qilu's arms are warm, but she knows in her heart that this is not the time to enjoy the warmth. It's not even stingy when you're jealous.
Human life is always the most important.
Han Qilu shook his head: "An Chuxia, stay by my side, never betray me, don't leave me."
She felt that Han Qilu held her tightly.
He needs her.
Just such a thought made An Chuxia happy.
Fortunately, a few hours ago, she thought that Han Qilu was going to return to Xiang Mankui, but she didn't expect that she was worried about it. But what she didn't expect was that Xiang Mankui would make such extreme moves.
This time the suicide was saved by Han Qilu, what about next time?
An Chuxia couldn't help but shiver.
"Is it cold?" Han Qilu noticed her body trembled slightly: "Are you a fool if you know Leng is still sitting in the corridor outside?"
"I'm a fool!" An Chuxia reached out and hammered him: "I thought... I thought..."
I thought you were going back to Xiang Mankui.
Han Qilu knew why she didn't finish talking.
He stretched out his hand and touched An Chuxia's soft baby-like hair, and said softly: "Don't think about it, go to bed, it's time to get up and study in more than an hour."
The two got up from the ground and went back to their respective rooms. What Han Qilu didn't see was the solemn expression on An Chuxia's face.
She was thinking that if Xiang Mankui dared to commit suicide once, she would dare to commit suicide a second time. Suicide is an extreme way to restore Han Qilu's feelings.
Obviously, although Han Qilu went, he would not return to her just because she committed suicide once. Then it is very likely that Xiang Mankui will commit suicide for the second time!
No matter how she hates and hates Xiang Mankui, she is still a life.
If Xiang Mankui really died, Han Qilu would live in self-blame all his life, right?
The clock was ticking, and time passed by. Until the alarm clock started ringing, An Chuxia hadn't fallen asleep.
She simply got up and changed her clothes. Maybe it was the hours that Han Qilu slept before returning, and the dark circles did not come out. She walked to the balcony, and there was a lot of fog outside.
An Chuxia closed her eyes, opened her arms and took a deep breath. The fresh air in the morning immediately poured into the nose, and the whole person suddenly became refreshed.
Since Xiang Mankui has not committed suicide for the second time, why should she worry about what hasn't happened yet?
When he opened his eyes again, his eyes had become as clear as before.
Today is Friday, the last day of the week.
Sidilan is different from ordinary high schools. The school will not block make-up classes on weekends, but this weekend, she will not be able to spare a moment in early summer, because she is looking for Nangongzi to study the piano!
Although Han Qilu said that she would help her find a teacher, she had already asked Nangong Zifei, and it would be bad for her to change her mind temporarily, so she planned to take both "teacher" classes!
Jiang Yuan got up very late today, until the two of them had finished their breakfast before leaving the room.
"Why did Mommy get up so late today?" An Chuxia asked casually when Han Guanjia took her schoolbag.
Who thinks, Housekeeper Han just covered his mouth and smiled: "Young lady, didn't the master come back last night?"
At first, An Chuxia hadn't recovered what it meant, but it was not until Guanjia Han told her secretly that Jiang Yuanyuan had borrowed a package from the servant last night, and she didn't understand the meaning of Han Guanjia's words.
"I see..." An Chuxia blushed and quickly got into the car.
Han Qilu heard all of their conversation just now. An Chuxia noticed that Han Qilu gave her a white look, and she immediately glared at her: "Why are you throwing my eyes away?!"
"Who made you talk so much?" Han Qilu rolled his eyes again: "Girls, don't be ashamed!"
An Chuxia immediately understood that Han Qilu was hearing her conversation with Steward Han. She glared at Han Qilu fiercely: "Yes, I'm not ashamed, right?"
"Okay." Han Qilu lowered his voice, turned sideways and leaned over her ear and said, "Then I will come to your room tonight."
"What are you doing in my room?" An Chuxia glared at him again, but forgot to lower his voice. The uncle driver immediately showed a meaningful smile on his face.
Her face blushed, and she understood what Han Qilu meant in her heart. She stretched out her hand and pushed it almost as a slap on Han Qilu's face.
Han Qilu grew up only because he slapped others in the face. If An Chuxia slapped a big ear, somehow he would not even be angry at all.
"Damn it!" Han Qilu let out a curse for his guilt, and sat upright again not looking at her.
An Chuxia thought he was angry, and quickly said, "Hey-you won't be angry anymore?"