Knocked to the election boss today

Chapter 128 The difference is a gap (1)

In the afternoon, the sky was slightly dim.

When he came to the wooden house, Long Beijue was in vain.

After searching around the wooden house, there was no sign of Qiao Luo.

Did you go back to Xiyun Pavilion?

"Jolo?"

After crossing the threshold, Long Beijue walked into the back room, his eyes darting around the room.

The books on the table are placed randomly, and the mobile phone is also thrown on the bed.

Long Beijue frowned, walked to the bed, and reached for his phone.

Where did he go, and he didn't bring his mobile phone with him.

With a low sigh, he put down his phone and took off his jacket absently.

Throwing his coat on the bed, he walked out.

"Cuckoo-"

Two hens are close together, comfortably pecking at the raw rice sprinkled on the ground.

Seemingly sensing a strange atmosphere, the two hens flapped their wings and ran away with short legs.

Long Beijue glanced at them and walked straight towards the kitchen.

Entering the kitchen, a difficult question was presented to him.

He has zero cooking skills and can't do anything.

He opened the refrigerator and searched up and down. There were ingredients, but he couldn't.

Finally, his eyes stopped on the snacks in the crisper.

Without hesitation, he reached out and took two yuan, then walked to the dining table and sat down.

He took a bite of a piece of dim sum, which was not as sweet and greasy as the dim sum bought outside.

No wonder Yi'an and Feifei always like to eat snacks at Xiyun Pavilion.

Suddenly, footsteps sounded outside.

Long Beijue's eyes lit up, he put down the unfinished snacks, got up and walked outside.

"The two of you ran to the vegetable field again, and I stewed you at night."

With a cold voice, the words he spoke were inexplicably silly.

Qiao Luo sat on the stone bench, his trousers were stained with mud, and the shoes under his feet were even more horrible.

The white canvas shoes were covered with dirt and grass, almost turned into little black shoes.

Hearing the movement behind her, she turned her head, and the man's slender and tall figure disappeared into her field of vision.

A trace of surprise flashed across her eyes, "Why are you here?"

And he still seems to come out of the kitchen.

Shouldn't she burn her kitchen down?
Long Beijue didn't answer, seeing her messy body, he hurried forward.

He leaned over, took her hand, looked at her inch by inch, and asked urgently, "Where did you fall?"

Qiao Luo froze for a moment, then realized that he wanted to laugh inexplicably.

"Who told you I fell."

Long Beijue frowned, "Then why are your clothes so dirty?"

"I went climbing a mountain and saw a wild rabbit. I wanted to catch it, but I didn't catch it," she explained.

Hearing this, Long Beijue heaved a sigh of relief.

The next moment, touching the short sleeves on her body, he frowned again.

"In such a cold day, it's easy to catch cold wearing short sleeves, so go in quickly."

Qiao Luo was helpless, "It's not that delicate."

"I think so."

After the words fell, he hugged her horizontally and walked inside.

The unexpected hug from the princess made Qiao Luo's face burn.

She quickly realized that she was struggling in his arms, "Long Beijue, I have my own feet, let go."

Long Beijue looked down at her, with a charming smile on his lips, "It's not the first time I've hugged her, why are you panicking?"

Knowing that he was referring to the time in the bamboo forest, but she was in a coma at that time, how can it be compared with now?

Qiao Luo raised his hand and pushed him, sullenly, "Put me down quickly."

"Don't let me go, or you hug me?" Long Beijue joked.

Qiao Luo, "..."

He is poisonous.

Guessing their bickering, Long Beijue had already carried her into the back room.

Qiao Luo hurriedly jumped out of his arms, and asked about the business, "Why are you here again?"

The rumors outside became more and more fierce, but he remained calm.

Long Beijue laughed and said, "I'm afraid you miss me too much."

Being teased again, three black lines slid down Qiao Luo's forehead.

"Stay where it's cool." She stretched out her hand and pushed him out.

"boom--"

Close the door and lock it.

Action, all in one go.

Long Beijue stood at the door with a faint smile in his eyes.

His boss Joe's ears are red again.

Worried that Long Beijue would burn her kitchen down, Qiao Luo quickly took a shower and came out.

As soon as I got out of the bathroom, I heard the sound of a piano coming from outside.

The tune is very familiar.

She picked up a towel and wiped her hair, then walked out in slippers.

The clear and smooth sound of the piano echoes in the outhouse, like flowing water, which makes people feel calm.

Qiao Luo paused and looked at the man sitting in front of the guqin with a look of astonishment.

I saw the man's slender and jade-like fingers gently plucking the strings of the zither, and the movements with ease seemed to have been learned before.

But for this song, Qiao Luo narrowed his eyes and took a step forward.

"Now you still don't admit that you took the score?"

This piece of music was clearly the sheet music that she hadn't seen, and he still didn't admit it was the one he took.

The sound of the piano stopped abruptly, and Long Beijue put his hands on the strings and smiled dumbly.

Looking up, she saw her long wet hair, and frowned slightly.

He stood up, "Why didn't you blow dry your hair?"

Dodging his hand, Qiao Luo looked at him leisurely, "Don't evade the problem."

He admitted frankly, "I took it."

Qiao Luo snorted lightly, did this face hurt?

"Where is the hair dryer?" Long Beijue took her hand, and Qiao Luo passively followed into the back room.

She broke away from his hand, pulled a chair and sat down.

After walking for a day, my feet are sore.

Looking at the man walking in front, she asked him, "What were you doing in the kitchen just now?"

Long Beijue walked to the dressing table, opened the drawer, "Took two pieces of snacks to eat."

Qiao Luo was surprised, "You didn't eat lunch?"

Long Beijue hummed, found the hair dryer, turned around and walked back.

After plugging in the hair dryer, Qiao Luo leaned back as he approached.

She said, "I don't need to blow my hair."

Long Beijue pressed her shoulder with one hand, and held the hair dryer in the other, "No, it's all dripping with water."

"Then I'll do it myself." As she said, she reached out to grab the hair dryer.

Long Beijue raised his hand, relying on his height advantage to prevent her from getting it.

"Good boy, you have to be obedient."

"..."

Be nice.

And when was she a child.

"I'm 22," she emphasized.

Long Beijue raised his eyebrows, "I'm 26."

So she is his child, a very stubborn child.

Qiao Luo turned his eyes and looked at him with a little disgust, as always arrogant, "It turns out that Young Master Long is already so old."

The smile on Long Beijue's lips froze, is he old?
The heart-wrenching words were not over yet, she went on to make up the knife, "People say that a three-year difference is a generation gap, and we are four years apart, it seems that there is a gap between us."

"..."

gap?

Is she sure?
Long Beijue narrowed his eyes dangerously, and looked at her with a half-smile, "I can also fill in the gap, do you want to try?"

He slowly bent down and leaned closer.

"Now, try?"

The warm breath sprayed on the face, Qiao Luo froze, and the curled eyelashes trembled slightly.

She came back to her senses, a trace of embarrassment flashed in the bottom of her eyes, and she flicked the towel to cover his face.

(End of this chapter)