Knocked to the election boss today

Chapter 122 I'm afraid you'll make me poor (3)

This time, the person who was stunned was replaced by the third sister.

In the past, when she mentioned relationship matters, Qiao Luo would answer her with "boring" at most.

What's the matter today, I will ask her again.

"Don't tell me I hung up the phone."

The urging voice came, pulling back Third Sister's thoughts.

She said, "I can't tell. You seem to be very patient with Long Beijue. I can't tell you the specifics."

Some people will be attracted to each other when they stand together, forming a special magnetic field, which is very subtle and hard to explain.

"It's like the last time you came to my place for coffee together. He held an umbrella and was very close to you. You didn't resist his approach, as if you were used to it."

If she didn't say it, Qiao Luo would never think of such a small place.

She pursed her lips and said hesitantly, "Third Sister, I have a question for you."

"It's strange, you still have questions to ask me." The third sister teased.

"Could it be a relationship problem?"

It was meant to be a joke, but she hit it off.

Qiao Luo admitted frankly, "Yes."

Now, the third sister felt even more strange, as if she had discovered a new continent.

"True or false, tell me quickly."

"It's just..." Qiao Luo stammered.

The sudden abnormality aroused the third sister's curiosity even more.

She urged, "It's what it is, oh, tell me quickly, don't whet my appetite."

Qiao Luo's eyes drooped slightly, "Forget it, it's nothing, hang up."

After finishing speaking, she hung up the phone in a hurry.

On the other end of the phone, Third Sister looked puzzled.

Don't you have emotional questions to ask her?
Aroused her curiosity and suddenly stopped talking, is this really okay?

On the other side, after hanging up the phone, Qiao Luo continued to water.

However, more absent-minded.

Sliding with one hand, a ladle of water was poured directly on the two hens.

"Cuckoo-"

Startled, the two hens flapped their wings, flew over the fence, and plunged into the mud.

Qiao Luo glanced at the two hens, then put down the water ladle.

Forget it, she will not trouble them if she waits for the two hens to grow up and cook chicken soup
She turned around and walked back to the house, instead of going to the back room, she chose a sofa to lie on.

This time, Long Beijue fell into a deep sleep.

Maybe it's because the bed is comfortable, or maybe it's someone's breath on the pillow and quilt.

When he woke up, it was almost evening, if he hadn't been woken up by hunger, he could still go back to sleep.

Long Beijue sat up, his deep eyes were clear.

It was very quiet around, not even a single person.

He lifted the quilt and got out of bed, put on his shoes and socks, got up and walked outside.

"Jolo?"

There was no one in the outer room, so he walked towards the kitchen again.

Before approaching the kitchen, a seductive aroma gradually spread over.

He walked into the kitchen two steps faster, and the slender figure of the woman came into view.

With her back to him, the woman concentrated on cooking.

Tossing the pot, stir frying, the fire dragon is raging, and the movements are clean and neat.

Although I knew she could cook, I didn't know that she was so good at cooking.

He stopped, leaned against the door, and stared at her back quietly.

The soft lights lingered around her, creating a warm atmosphere.

He smiled dumbly, as if seeing the future life.

There is her, and there is a little one like him or like her.

Hearing footsteps, Qiao Luo knew he was coming.

The sight that fell on her became more and more scorching, and it was difficult for her to ignore it.

She said in a cold voice, "If you want to eat, help me get the bowl."

Long Beijue finally stepped forward and obediently went to get the bowl.

Holding two bowls in his hand, he asked, "Would you like some rice?"

Qiao Luo hummed, and Long Beijue walked towards the rice cooker.

He can't cook, but he can still serve a meal.

After serving the meal, Qiao Luo also brought the dishes to the table.

She took off her apron, pulled out a chair and sat down.

Long Beijue put the bowl on the table, pulled up a chair and sat beside her.

Qiao Luo glanced at the distance between the two and reminded, "Sit farther away."

Long Beijue changed the subject, "Here, chopsticks."

Qiao Luo took the chopsticks, gave him a cold look, and ignored her words.

Are you fat?
"Braised pork ribs." When Long Beijue saw one of the dishes, the corners of Long Beijue's lips could not be restrained from rising.

He turned to look at the people beside him, and Qiao Luo couldn't bear the scorching eyes.

Especially that too bright smile, it's a disaster for a blue face.

"Leave quickly after eating," she said.

Long Beijue was not annoyed either, his brows and eyes were filled with smiles.

He picked up a piece of chopsticks with his chopsticks and put it into Qiao Luo's bowl.

Then, he picked it up and ate it himself.

With rice, the taste is simply unique.

The food of any hotel chef suddenly tasted bad.

Qiao Luo glanced at the ribs in his bowl, and glanced at the people beside him from the corner of his eye.

He eats fast, but the way he eats is so elegant that he can't fault it.

Qiao Luo curled his lips, which looked like he hadn't eaten for a month.

Moreover, she also put coriander in her dish, didn't he taste it?
Sensing her glance, Long Beijue joked, "I know beauty is delicious, but can I really fill my stomach just looking at it?"

Qiao Luo snorted lightly, "I'm afraid you'll make me poor."

Long Beijue smiled without saying a word.

For a meal, the two of them barely had a good time.

After eating, Long Beijue took the initiative to clean up the dishes and wash the dishes.

"Aren't you going to bury the bowl again?" Qiao Luo teased him this time.

The memory of the last time I buried the bowl is still impressive.

Long Beijue put the bowls and chopsticks into the sink, and picked up the dish soap accurately, "I think I can buy a dishwasher."

Qiao Luo rolled his eyes at him, "I have no money."

She lives here alone, and she still needs a dishwasher?
She might as well wash herself faster.

After watching Qiao Luo wash the dishes, Long Beijue was very quick at it, and he was done in a short while.

He looked up at Qiao Luo, teasing himself, "Do you want to check?"

Qiao Luo snorted softly, "Okay, I've eaten my meal, go back quickly."

Drive him away again?

Long Beijue suppressed the smile on his face, and was about to speak when the cell phone in his pocket rang.

He wiped his hands, took out his phone, and swipe to answer.

As soon as the phone was connected, Yu Feifei's loud voice came over, "Cousin, come back quickly, grandpa is going to hang himself."

The tone was anxious, not like joking.

The two stood very close, and Qiao Luo heard it clearly.

Mr. Han is going to hang himself?

Long Beijue could probably guess what was the reason, and frowned slightly, "Who's at home?"

"My parents are here, but I can't persuade them. Grandpa was very angry when he heard the news when he came back." Yu Feifei said.

Long Beijue ordered, "Okay, I get it, you guys watch it, I'll go over now."

After hanging up the phone, he looked up at Qiao Luo and asked, "Shall I take you back to Xiyun Pavilion by the way?"

Qiao Luo shook her head, hesitated for a while, and asked, "Didn't you tell them that I am Mr. Shi?"

It is normal for Mr. Han to be angry when he hears those rumors.

Long Beijue shook his head lightly, reached out and touched her head, his voice was low and powerful, "I won't reveal your identity unless you want to say it yourself."

(End of this chapter)